After taking his seat, Wang Han asked casually, "I notice Mr. Xi's breathing is short. Could it be that you are suffering from some lingering chronic illness?"
Xi Fuyin waved his hand and smiled wryly. "It's an old trouble from many years ago. I'm afraid I'm making a fool of myself in front of you, Daoist."
"I know a thing or two about medicine. I can examine Mr. Xi if you'd like."
Chapter 1055