The faint aroma of tea quickly permeated the entire room.
It was a scent that made people feel soothed and calm.
Tang Huai took a deep breath, somewhat intoxicated, "What kind of tea is this, so fragrant?"
"..." The man lying on the bed, his breath growing weaker, lacked the strength to say even a word.
Tang Huai saw his eyes starting to close and said, "I'll check your pulse."
"Mm." The man lightly nodded.
He was already beyond cure, not daring to hope for a chance of healing.
With his illness, even miraculous medicine couldn't save him.
He knew his condition; whether he could survive the next two days was still uncertain.
He didn't even wish for treatment. The person who just went out had found him, saying they were bringing a "Divine Doctor" over to treat him for free. He agreed.
