Lu Mian was really at a loss for words and cut off Ya Ling's joke, asking, "Explain."
Ya Ling, holding a pen, sketched on the documents on her desk.
"When it comes to the RE Factor, it's a mysterious yet marvelous thing, with a strong regenerative and reparative function. Take Yixin's left hand, for example, many of the nerve tissues there are necrotic and unusable, but if we combine the RE Factor with the surgery, it can help her rebuild the nerve barrier, returning her hand to its original state. The same principle applies to your uncle. However, his situation is much more urgent. If he doesn't undergo surgery within three months, I'm afraid that even with the RE Factor, it would be too late to save him."
Good, if there's a way, there's hope.
Lu Mian asked bluntly, "Where can we get this thing?"
Listening to her tone, as if she would snatch it if she had to, Ya Ling's red lips curled slightly, "Mian, calm down first."
