C1843 Gong Qian Ye

"It's best if he can't be cured. Even if he can, we can't treat him." A light flashed in Zhu Da Chang Zai's eyes, like an old fox.

"Why?" The waiter blurted out without thinking.

The corners of Zhu Da Chang's mouth curled up in a cold smile and he said, "Pig-brain, do you even need to ask? If he was cured of his strange illness