"How could this be?"
Zheng Junyi's face paled as he muttered to himself, "You're the Divine Doctor! How could you be helpless?"
"Zheng Junyi, watch your attitude!" Zheng Jiyie roared furiously. "If you dare show disrespect to Master Sun again, get out of here this instant!"
"You shut up!" From somewhere, Zheng Junyi found the courage to point at Zheng Jiyie and shout, "Let me tell you, Zheng Jiyie, I'll cure Grandfather no matter what it takes!"
Surprisingly, Zheng Jiyie didn't get angry. Instead, he said, "Junyi, it's useless to say such things now. The priority is to begin preparing for the Old Master's funeral arrangements."
"What did you say?" Zheng Junyi stared at Zheng Jiyie in disbelief. "Grandfather isn't dead yet!"
"But even Master Sun has admitted he's powerless, so what more do you want?" Zheng Jiyie said coldly. "The facts are the facts. I'm just making preparations in advance!"
