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Tang Yan quickly stepped aside.

Luo Chen came to the bedside, bent down, and reached out to feel the woman's pulse.

The woman quickly withdrew her hand.

"This old woman is suffering from a chronic and incurable illness, and her life is nearing its end. There is no need for you to trouble yourself, young master. No one can cure my illness, so please don't waste your energy."

Her voice was weak, yet resolute.

Luo Chen's hand hung in mid-air.

He looked into the woman's cloudy yet stubborn eyes and immediately understood.

The old woman didn't not want to live; she just didn't want to be a burden on her daughter.

She feared that this young man of unknown origin would use the pretext of treating her daughter's illness to tie her daughter's fate to her own impending death.

It truly shows the deep bond between mother and daughter.

A mother is always thinking about her daughter until her death.

Luo Chen withdrew his hand and smiled calmly.

"Your condition is indeed chronic; if I'm not mistaken, it's been going on for eighteen years, hasn't it?"

The woman's pupils dilated suddenly.

A flicker of horror suddenly flashed in those cloudy eyes.

Eighteen years.

This number was like a knife, precisely piercing into the deepest secret in her heart.

Tang Yan's expression also changed.

Her brows furrowed, and she said sharply, "Do you even know how to treat a patient? My mother's illness clearly only started three years ago, how can you say it's been eighteen years?"

She glared at Luo Chen, a hint of coldness rising in her eyes.

She remembered it clearly: three years ago, on that rainy night, her mother suddenly coughed up blood and fainted, and had never gotten out of bed since.

Luo Chen looked at the woman calmly, ignoring Tang Yan's questioning.

"That's because you only found out three years ago, Auntie, am I right?"

Tang Yan immediately looked at her mother.

A glint of light flashed in the woman's eyes.

She remained silent for a moment.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"I never expected you to have such insight at such a young age, young master. But my illness is already terminal, I'm afraid..."

Luo Chen raised his hand, not letting her finish speaking.

"As long as there is an ailment, it can be treated. As long as you trust me, I can cure it."

The woman looked at Luo Chen in shock.

Where does this kid get his confidence?

She knew her own body best. In the past eighteen years, she had never told anyone the truth, not even Yan'er, who only found out three years ago.

He only glanced at it twice, yet he got the year down perfectly.

Does he really have that ability?

Tang Yan received confirmation from her mother, and her doubts vanished instantly.

Her breathing quickened, and she nodded hurriedly.

"I'm willing to believe you, please help my mother get treatment as soon as possible."

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

The woman didn't immediately agree. She looked at Luo Chen and asked, "May I ask which immortal sect you are a disciple of, young master?"

Luo Chen shook his head.

"I wouldn't call myself a member of any immortal sect. I come from a small place three thousand miles away—the Great Wilderness City."

The woman was taken aback.

Tang Yan was also taken aback.

Dahuang City?

They had heard of the name, but had never been there.

The legendary town that is the most remote and wildest in the northern region.

It really is a small place...

A sense of disappointment rose in both the mother and daughter's hearts.

They thought Luo Chen was a disciple of some great immortal sect or a student of some reclusive alchemy master.

I never expected it to come from such a remote and desolate place.

What extraordinary people could possibly emerge from a place like that?

The room fell silent again.

The disappointment was clearly written on the faces of the mother and daughter, impossible to hide.

Luo Chen saw this but wasn't annoyed.

He smiled calmly: "Please rest assured, Auntie, I am not your enemy, so please don't have any concerns."

Tang Yan glared at him, her eyes turning cold again.

"What do you mean? My mother has no enemies!"

In her eyes, her mother was just an ordinary woman who lived a quiet life, was kind to everyone, and was always polite to everyone.

How could such a woman have incurred hatred with anyone?

The woman sighed softly.

"Yan'er, you go out first. Your mother has something to say to this young master."

Tang Yan was taken aback.

She looked at her mother, then at Luo Chen, her eyes filled with confusion and hesitation.

What did my mother want to say that she had to avoid talking to her, her own daughter?

The mother and daughter have relied on each other for so many years, and have never kept any secrets from each other.

Now her mother wants her to leave, leaving behind a stranger she has just met?

Luo Chen looked at her.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your mother."

Tang Yan gritted her teeth and finally nodded.

"it is good."

She turned and walked out, her steps heavy, the door closing softly behind her.

My mind was in turmoil.

What is Mother hiding?

What exactly is the cause of her illness?

How did this guy from the Great Wilderness City figure it out?

In the room.

Only Luo Chen and the woman remained, staring at each other.

Luo Chen looked at the woman on the bed, and the woman was also looking at him.

"It seems your daughter doesn't know that you were once a cultivator, and a Golden Core expert at that?"

Luo Chen spoke first, speaking slowly and deliberately.

The woman trembled.

In that instant, a sharp glint flashed in her cloudy eyes.

Her hand gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles cracking twice.

She kept this secret for eighteen years.

He didn't even know his own daughter.

How could I see through this young man who's only in his early twenties at a glance?

unless......

The woman's voice deepened, carrying a chill that seemed to seep from her very bones.

"So, you're his disciple, here to take my life?"

She stared intently at Luo Chen, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "Since that's the case, and you've seen the situation, I don't have many days left anyway. I just hope you can spare my daughter; she knows nothing."

Speaking of the last sentence.

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

She wasn't afraid of dying, but she was afraid something would happen to Tang Yan.

That girl has a fiery temper. If she knew her mother had been murdered, she would risk her life to seek revenge.

Luo Chen looked at the woman, his eyes surging with hatred and fear, and clicked his tongue inwardly.

This old woman probably thinks I'm a spy sent by an enemy.

No wonder, a guy of unknown origin revealed her secret that she had kept hidden for eighteen years in one breath.

Anyone would have to think of the worst-case scenario.

"Auntie, you're overthinking it. I'm not that person you're talking about, and I have no grudge against you. It's normal that you don't believe me. Once I cure your illness, you'll naturally believe me."

Luo Chen waved his hand, his tone sincere.

The woman paused for a moment, but the wariness in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Are you really not his descendant? And yet you can cure my illness?"

"That's right."

Luo Chen took a step forward and stood firmly beside the bed again. "Since you don't have many days left to live, why not let me give it a try?"

The woman's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.

Yes, what is there for her to be afraid of when she is about to die?

The worst outcome was death, and she was already prepared to die.

I've been a burden to my daughter for far too long!

She didn't speak again, nor did she pull her hand away again, and she didn't hold out any hope.

Let him see, that's perfect, it'll make Yan'er give up on saving him!