"Yes."
Ming Sihan nodded and walked towards the bed.
Looking at Mo Chengfeng on the bed, he said, "Is there a way to save him?"
"There must be a way, but we haven't found it yet."
"If you need anything, just let me know."
Just because Ruyue cared about Mo Chengfeng and did not want him to die, he would not let Mo Chengfeng die.
No matter what method she thought of, she had to save this man.
"Yes, I know, but this illness is too strange. It definitely has something to do with demons."
He Xi said slowly. If it was a natural disease, it would not be a problem to deal with it.
Everything in the world was mutually reinforcing.
Only this kind of illness that defied nature would make him helpless for a moment.
At present, there was no good solution.
"Fortunately, Mo Chengfeng is a cultivator and can maintain it for so long. If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to maintain it for so long."
