After returning to the inn, Wei Ting sat on a stool in the room and did not say anything for a long time.
He was in a very low mood.
Thinking of everything that Second Brother had suffered, he wished he could suffer on his behalf.
His three brothers had survived countless hardships. Not for the first time, he wondered why it wasn't him.
Su Xiaoxiao let Xing'er return to her room to rest. Xing'er looked at the depressed Master and didn't dare to ask further. She quietly went out.
Wei Ting said, "You heard it just now."
Su Xiaoxiao nodded. "I heard it."
Wei Ting paused. "That medicine is taken once a month, but Second Brother's legs still haven't recovered. In other words, that's not the final antidote. It's just a medicine to delay Second Brother's condition."
Su Xiaoxiao said, "That should be the case."
"Are you confident in curing Second Brother's legs?"
"I'll try my best."
