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... this strange illness?" Bei Lingsu’s brows furrowed even tighter.

Upon hearing this, Bei Yun finally looked up from his meal, and staring at Bei Lingsu, he asked with a smile, "Can all illnesses be cured?"

Bei Lingsu raised an eyebrow at his words.

No, they cannot.

For some bizarre and stubborn diseases, even the Bei family could not achieve a complete cure but only suppress it temporarily with medicine.

"Take this prescription and use it for now, it’s qui ...

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