The person has aged considerably and now looks like an elderly man in his twilight years, frail and near-death.
Even when walking, he needs a paperman to support him. He is just a weak and powerless old man now.
President Li looked at Old Jiang in this state and frowned: "Old Jiang, with your exceptional medical skills, don't you have a way to heal yourself?"
Master Jiang shook his head: "Physicians can't treat themselves, and it's not an illness; it's just that my lifespan is up."
"My time is almost up."
"This time, I probably won't make it through."
Old Li's eyes twinkled: "Old Jiang, don't take all your skills to the grave."
"I have a young boy in my family with good talent; why don't you take him as your disciple?"
Upon hearing this, President Li retorted instantly: "Your abacus beads are about to pop me in the face, just like your useless grandson?"
"Can't learn anything properly, yet he hopes to inherit Old Jiang's legacy! You're dreaming!"
