The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 11

circle of life.” Old Master Larson laughed heartily. He did not seem to care much. “You can count on me to save Old Master Larson. “Young Master Yates had told me about Old Master Larson’s illness before I came. “So I’ve brought the medicine with me.” Greg said lightly with pride on his face. Then he slowly took out a small box. “Old Master Larson, you can take it now.” Greg picked up the small box and put it on the table. “Okay, let me try!” Old Master Larson smiled faintly and stretched out his hand. “What is it?” Just then, Sean, who had been quiet all along, asked slowly. “It’s medicine for the damp-heat constitution.” Greg glanced at Sean with some disdain in his eyes. It was ridiculous that a young punk dared to steal his client. “Take it if you want to die.” What Sean said next instantly made Old Master Larson stop putting the pill into his mouth. “B*stard! What do you mean?” Hugo shouted as he slammed the table, got up, and pointed at Sean. Sean did not even glance at Hugo, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. “What do you mean, young man?” “I diagnosed Old Master Larson, yet you cursed him to die?” Greg snorted coldly and said as he flicked his sleeves. “I’m just telling the truth.” Sean said lightly. “Easy for a young man like you to say. “Let me ask you, how is my pill going to kill Old Master Larson?” “Traditional medicine emphasizes observation, smell, inquiry, and feeling. You didn’t even feel Old Master Larson’s pulse or ask his condition. How do you know what is wrong with Old Master Larson without doing anything?” Greg looked proudly at Sean. As a prominent figure in the medical industry, he had his pride. “That’s right! You’re a cripple. Why don’t you heal your own legs first? “Why are you pretending to be a doctor?” Hugo was even more dissatisfied, and what he said was even more insulting. “Your body temperature increases in the afternoon. It’s similar to the symptoms of a tidal fever in the afternoon. “Then your body temperature drops gradually before 8 PM. “But by 10 PM, you start to ache all over and can’t sleep at night.” Sean’s eyes were calm as he spoke slowly. Swoosh! Old Master Larson instantly looked up at Sean and gently lowered the pill in his hand. What Sean said was exactly true! It was because of the pain at night that Old Master Larson sought medical help everywhere. The pain was unbearable. “Do you have a cure, Mr. Lennon? “Even if you can’t cure it, I’ll be extremely grateful if you can help me ease some of the pain.” Old Master Larson looked excited as he looked at Sean. Both Hugo and Greg were dumbfounded by Old Master Larson’s attitude. ‘Does