Chapter 402 The Same Promise Remains

Old Mr. Spark chuckled, "I can't take the credit for what you just said." "You can totally handle it." Tristan pulled up a chair and sat down, not being polite at all. Old Mr. Spark tapped his pipe on the table and asked, "Coming over so late, is there something you need? Shouldn't you be preparing for tomorrow's vote?" "Let me take a look at your illness," Tristan said, extending his right hand and placing it on the table. Old Mr. Spark, not being acquainted, reached out his hand. Tristan took Old Mr. Spark's pulse and then said, "Traditional medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Just by looking, I really can't tell much. But I guess, if you can live for another month, that would be good. Even a divine being would have a hard time saving you." "It's a whole month, huh..." Old Mr. Spark smacked his lips, "I thought there were only about ten days left. Hearing this from you