Bab 660: I Want To Ask, Have You Chosen a Grave?

"Cough, cough, cough…"

In the Huizhi Hall, a skinny man was coughing non-stop. His face was flushed red.

After a long time, when he took his hand back, he saw a pool of blood on his palm. As if he was used to it, he took out a tissue to wipe it and threw it into the dustbin.

Sitting opposite him was a doctor in his sixties. He frowned and looked at him. "Mr. Ning, have you taken the medicine I prescribed for you?"

The skinny man wanted to cough again, but he quickly held it back. "I ate it, but it didn't work. Cough, cough…"

The doctor looked puzzled. "That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, in your situation, you should see an effect after taking a few pills. Why is it getting heavier and heavier?"

The skinny man laughed bitterly twice. "I don't blame you. When I was young, I was injured. I'm sick. I've lived until now. It's already a miracle."