Chapter Eighty Two : A Healer Rises Where Empires Failed
Song Bufan quietly asked the white-haired old man beside him:
"Elder Wang, do you have confidence?"
The old man first nodded, then immediately shook his head—leaving Song Bufan utterly confused.
So… is it a yes or no?
I paid a fortune to hire you, and this is the clarity I get?
The white-haired elder took a step forward and bowed toward Shangguan Zhuo.
"Fellow Daoist Shangguan, this old man has a secret technique that might help mend your wife's inner core."
"How confident are you?" Shangguan Zhuo asked.
The elder hesitated. "Sixty percent."
"And her soul injury?" Shangguan Zhuo followed up.
The elder shook his head.
"Thank you," was all Shangguan Zhuo replied.
That made things clear—he was refusing the offer.
After all, beginning treatment meant unsealing the secret technique preserving her life. If the healing failed, that brief window of exposure might kill Lan Ying outright.
