After Sun Baicao's prognosis of Si Yehan's death in six months, the old madam started sending people to secretly scout for famous doctors.
Even if she knew it was impossible to find a better doctor than Sun Baicao, she still held onto a glimmer of hope.
At the old residence, in the little garden.
Mo Xuan was taken aback. "How did it become so serious all of a sudden? Didn't you say that woman seemed to have the ability to get 9th master to sleep better?"
"Even though her presence was slightly more effective than your efforts, it wasn't enough to slow down the progression of 9th master's illness! Anyway, recuperation takes time. Considering 9th master's work habits and irregular hours, resting only a little then doubling the energy he exerts doesn't quite cut it, so what use could she have?"
Xu Yi sighed and continued, "9th master not only lacks a hypnotist - he also needs someone who can control him!"
