Lian Musu stood still, allowing Divine Doctor Huang to scold him without much in the way of response.
Off to one side, Lih Qingshu also felt it unbelievable; listening to Lian Musu's words, it seemed he wasn't afraid of pain or consequences, yet inexplicably, he refused to be treated for now.
However, everyone has their own difficulties and way of life, and she didn't plan to persuade him.
With a slight sigh, she got up and walked away.
Nearby, Divine Doctor Huang continued to curse, his ranting so intense that his spittle flew and his chest heaved with emotion.
He paced back and forth in front of Lian Musu, growing more displeased by the moment, "Tell me, you're not a coward, so why refuse early treatment? Even if it could be treated a few years later, the recovery won't be as successful as it would be now. I'm giving you a chance, speak up, what troubles do you have that make you willing to risk living as a cripple?"
Lian Musu simply shook his head, unwilling to say more.
