"Helpless? How is that possible? Fourth Lady, you are the great witch known to everyone within a hundred miles, there must be a way to solve this,"
Lady Zhao clasped her hands tightly, her tone filled with urgency and hope, her eyes slightly reddened, appearing both helpless and resolute.
Fourth Lady shook her head again, her brows revealing a deep concern, "The crux of your problem lies in the body, not deep within the soul. This is beyond my capabilities. It's best to have a doctor with profound medical skills to diagnose you thoroughly. I shall take my leave now."
With these words, she slowly rose, her cane, carved with ancient patterns, firmly supporting her steps out the threshold, each step seeming to tread on the rhythm of time.
Outside the door, she happened to encounter Fang Qin, who was grumbling continuously, filled with grievances.
Their collision was like two irreconcilable forces coming face to face on a narrow path.