Everyone's hearts lit up when they heard what Song Yaoyao said. Even their breathing became light.
"Treatment is possible, but it's not a cure. At most, we can extend his life by 8-10 years."
Bang—
Elder Huo was fine, but one of the old men beside him couldn't help jumping to his feet.
"8-10 years?" The old man rubbed his head. "It's hard to say whether we can live that long to begin with!"
If she could really extend his life without causing much pain, why would anyone not want to try it?
Elder Shen's breathing became unstable with excitement. But, even though she appeared clever and knowledgeable, Song Yaoyao was too young; when it came to something like this, she still needed to do some convincing.
"Yaoyao, let's not joke about this."
Elder Huo's expression turned serious. Although he doted on Song Yaoyao, he didn't want her to joke about his good friend's life and death.
"Grandfather, I'm not joking."
