Min Yunwen was in quite a bit of pain now. He turned on the speakerphone, tossed his phone aside, and buried his head in the sofa before saying,
"Don't talk nonsense."
His voice was somewhat muffled, his tone even more irritable and impatient than usual.
Jiang Yun chuckled,
"I told you to take those plasters from me and use them. You didn't believe it—now suffer."
Min Yunwen: ...
"Another word and I'll hang up."
Jiang Yun then dropped the teasing tone,
"Your hand might be cured."
Hearing this, Min Yunwen didn't react with joy but instead let out a self-deprecating laugh,
"After all these years, you tell me now it can be cured?"
Initially, he had consulted many hospitals, both Western and Chinese medicine, and all said there was no complete cure for his hand and that he would suffer from a lifelong affliction.
