The woman, upon hearing this, burst into tears again, "Does that mean... Xiao Hui can only lie down like this in the future? She can't live without a respirator?"
Feng Jun spread his hands, speaking very frankly, "But at least, I can guarantee she won't die. Within ten years, if you can find a suitable lung source... you can consider a lung transplant. You need to understand that this promise is not easy to make."
"Indeed, that's the case," a medical staff member spoke up, a slight middle-aged woman who appeared to be an authoritative expert, "If he's not boasting, then no one in Huaxia would dare make such a promise... and neither would anyone in the whole world."
Feng Jun was unsure whether she was accusing him of boasting, but he wasn't interested in quibbling over it.
Once the treatment results were out, the facts would prove whether he was boasting or not.
The woman silently wept, obviously hoping for a better outcome for her daughter.
