Wang Jian suppressed the odd feeling in his heart and looked up at the Zhang family's courtyard. Unfortunately, the figure he'd imagined squatting there and watching him was nowhere to be seen. He spoke softly to Zhang Li, "When you come back, I'll give you another check-up. Maybe we can find a way…"
Wang Jian's words made Zhang Li's eyebrows twitch. The hope that had long laid dormant seemed to stir. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to recover. But Zhang Li still shook his head, cutting Wang Jian off. "Good buddy, I know you mean well, but I've tried every method I could find over the years. Maybe this just isn't a problem current medicine can solve. Do you really think you're different from all the other doctors?"
Zhang Li waved his hand, giving Wang Jian no chance to speak. He continued, "Let's drop it… You'd better make good use of this month."
Zhang Li glanced toward the house, his meaning self-evident.
