Xia Yangyang was stunned.
Such a rare hibernation-like illness afflicted only a handful globally, yet the old man had seen three cases?
The old man looked up at Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang's face clearly showed disbelief.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "I know you don't believe me, the recorded cases of this hibernation disorder in the world aren't many, but in reality, there are far more unrecorded cases in life. Most are beyond the help of medicine. In China, they're simply dismissed as a sleeping disorder, with few people paying attention."
Xia Yangyang spoke up, "Then what about the outcome? What happened to these patients in the end?"
Xia Yangyang only cared about the results.
Whether those patients were cured or what happened to them?
Whether Xia Ye's illness could possibly be cured.
