Mo Wen cast a glance at the man on the sickbed. He frowned slightly; something was off.
"My father, Xu Dongkui. Can you see if his sickness still can be treated?"
Xu Qianqian walked up to the sickbed and said somewhat nervously. She was also not certain whether Mo Wen could or could not treat her father's illness. After all, she had visited hospitals large and small all over the country, and none of them could treat her father.
However, she knew that Mo Wen was no ordinary person. He could do things that others couldn't, so she had always had high hopes for Mo Wen.
Although this father of hers wasn't too competent, since her elder brother passed away, she was left with very few blood relatives. If she lost everyone, then what would she do in the future?
"He can be treated."
Mo Wen said plainly. He cast a glance over the man on the sickbed and, without even touching him, came to a conclusion.
"Really?"
