Otherworld.
Jizhou
Fang Mansion in Gu'an County.
Backyard.
Linghu Qiuchan, with a head full of white hair, lay on the bed, her breath weak, her clouded eyes dull and lifeless.
It had been nearly forty years since Fang Zheng went to the Yama Secret Realm.
The once vibrant Linghu Qiuchan had her youthful years, but beauty fades with age, an unavoidable fate.
"Mr. Fang Sr."
The doctor withdrew his fingers from the pulse-taking and lightly shook his head:
"The old lady doesn't have an illness; she's just aged, her Essence Qi depleted, beyond what human effort can reverse."
"As for nourishment... "
"Her weakness cannot accept tonics. Please conserve your grief."
"I understand." Fang Ping'an closed his eyes and sighed deeply:
"Thank you, Doctor Zou, for making the special trip. The steward will provide your fee shortly."
"Mr. Fang Sr., you're too kind." Doctor Zou rubbed his hands:
"I didn't do much."
"As it should be."
Fang Ping'an shook his head:
"See the guest out!"
