"What, is one month too long for you?" Lao Fan stared at Liu Siqi with impatience and huffed, "Your wife has always been frail, and then she caught a cold after the accident, which has now resulted in severe chills. Managing to treat her within one month is already the limit, and you still think it's too long? If you want a child, you'll have to wait even longer, at least half a year before she can conceive. Otherwise, even if she does become pregnant, she will have a miscarriage, and the baby can't be saved."
"Cured in one month? Able to conceive after half a year?" Liu Siqi clearly hadn't recovered from his shock, not that he didn't believe it, but he was simply afraid to believe that such an old ailment, which no doctor dared to make guarantees about before, could be addressed like this.
"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor, I beg you, you must cure Ru Yue! I, I'm kowtowing to you!" Overcome with excitement, Liu Siqi fell to the ground with a thud and started kowtowing to Lao Fan.