"Wudao, I know you're a resourceful man. Can you help save his life?" Xiao Changsheng knew that Ye Wudao was not the type to appreciate ramblings. The more sincere you are with him, the greater the chance.
"Old Xiao, as I've told you before, He Tiansheng is in the late stages of liver cancer. He has at most three days to live. What you should be doing now is not seeking me out, but ensuring he draws up a will and arranges his affairs," Ye Wudao said earnestly.
"Wudao, I know you can cure 'The Kiss of God,' a terminal disease that no one else in the world can cure. He Tiansheng's illness is certainly nothing for you. This is He Tiansheng's wife. He's the sole pillar of their household—if he's gone, his family will be left with nothing but widows and orphans..."
Xiao Changsheng earnestly said to Ye Wudao, giving He Tiansheng's wife a meaningful glance.
