Yao Tang threw her backpack over her shoulder. "Just take good care of her. She could last another three to five years, or she might pass at any day. Only time will tell."
After all, she was just a doctor who cheated the god of death and borrowed his prey for a given period, not a god herself. She was incapable of granting someone absolute healing.
Cheng Yan pondered her words before asking, "How should we go about caring for the Old Madam?"
Yao Tang fished for a notepad from inside her bag and scribbled on it. "First, she needs to take everything on this list. Later, I'll make some traditional Chinese medicine specifically in case of emergency."
She tore off the piece of paper and held it out to Cheng Yan.
As he took it, their fingers brushed against each other.
One set was quite cold to the touch, while the other was burning hot.
Yao Tang paused and looked up.
