The Pinnacle Of Life

Abel was dumbfounded.

He could have never thought that the best imperial doctor in America would actually say such nonsense. He could not help scolding him in his heart, ‘Damn, what the hell with this America’s best imperial doctor? What nonsense! You can’t even cure my son’s tiny sickness, yet you dare to call yourself the best imperial doctor? More like the best quack’

It was just that he dared not utter it.

Or else, he would have completely offended Wallace.

Wallace said, “I’ve never seen such a condition before but my teacher just said that this is not a sickness of the body. I’m afraid it’s due to mental and spiritual level. Simply said, it’s mental illness! Unfortunately, I’m not good at treating mental illness. I think it’s more appropriate to send him to the mental hospital. My apologies, I can’t do anything about it. I’m too embarrassed to face your father again. I’ll take my leave then.”

He left right away after finished speaking.

Even if Abel wanted to stop him, he could not even stop him either. In fact, he did not want to stop him. ‘F*ck, how dare you tell me to send my son to the mental hospital? Why don’t you go in by yourself, old man?’

However, whenever he thought about his son’s condition, he would feel a throbbing pain in his heart.

Tristan. He even looked for famous doctors in various fields, legendary doctors, and even the barefoot doctors among the folks but to no avail. He even looked for eminent monks, Cultivation Gurus, and geomancers whosoever, but they were

that Tristan could only be

and he saw his father,

was just a few

and his eyebags were even more exaggerated than his grandfather’s. He did not have a choice either. After encountering such

eat sixteen pounds of mud and he had to vomit once every hour. It would be a miracle if he was still able to eat

he had eaten the mud so much that even the gastric lavage could not

and his bowel was dysfunctional. He had diarrhea more than ten times a day and he was

would be better for him to be

find a cure?”

than a pile of sh*t, he’s just trash that fishes for fames and compliments. He actually said that you’re being condemned by the wrath of Heaven and diagnosed with a

thought he still had hope. Upon hearing it, he fell and sat

from outside, as if