Realizing that Wang Yao's gaze was a bit strange, Li Ming asked, "What is it, Dr. Wang?"
"In those hospitals, did no one really discover the cause of your illness?" Wang Yao said bluntly.
"What?" Li Ming slightly stiffened.
The hospital in the city had actually discovered the cause of his illness and had prescribed some medicine. However, the effect of consuming the medicine was not very positive, so he did not persist. He went to the province and the medicine prescribed was more or less the same. He did not persist as well and did some superstitious things instead. As a result, he became more and more ill. Of course, he could not say this.
"They've diagnosed and prescribed me some medicine. However, the effects were not very desirable," Li Ming said.
"Oh." Wang Yao nodded his head. He could see that Li Ming did not speak the truth, but he did not point it out.
It was his own body. Wang Yao could also do nothing if he did not speak the truth.