Xia Wenjin did not speak.
It wasn't a question of whether his illness could be cured.
If she had previously held some hope that it was merely the effects of miasma poison, she no longer dared to think so now.
But Uncle Liu's symptoms were very much like an epidemic.
Xia Wenjin asked, "Uncle, when did the illness start?"
The burly man replied, "It's been seven days. It was pouring rain that day, and my father was fine, but suddenly he coughed up blood. We persuaded him to see a doctor, and at the time Doctor Zhang gave him medicine, saying it was caused by the miasma and that rest would make it better, but the more he rested, the worse it got. My father can't move now. I went to fetch Doctor Zhang the day before yesterday, hoping he would make a house call, but..."
Xia Wenjin said, "Since I'm already here, let me check your pulse as well!"
The burly man quickly said, "We have no money left!"
Xia Wenjin replied gently, "I don't charge for it!"
