"Where can he be saved? Can the big hospitals in Capital City do it? What about abroad?" Chen Guoliang asked.
"In terms of medical skill, Renxin Hospital is no worse than those in Capital City, whether in equipment or technology. Moreover, your son won't make it to Capital City, let alone abroad," Xiao Changsheng told him truthfully.
"Then what can be done to save him?" Chen Guoliang's chill grew heavier, like the calm before a storm, frightening people.
"There is someone who might be able to save him, but I can't find him. Maybe you can try," Xiao Changsheng said to him.
"Who?" Chen Guoliang's coldness began to subside.
"It is Ye Wudao who saved your son's life. If you can find him, maybe he has a way to bring your son back from the brink," Xiao Changsheng told him.
At that moment, Ye Wudao had already returned home. He had just taken a shower and changed his clothes when he heard a knocking at the door.
