Gao Peng still held a glimmer of hope; after all, his father wasn't very old, just over sixty, and others managed to live well into their seventies and eighties.
Moreover, if his family were to acquire a father who couldn't move around easily, he knew the kind of life he would have. Everything would depend on him, his mother was of no help, and he'd spend the rest of his decades caring for his father.
So the best outcome would be for his father to regain his mobility. Right now, he still had some money. As long as there was a way to cure his father's leg, even if it meant spending all his money, that would be acceptable.
"It's not that there's no way," the doctor thought for a moment before speaking with Gao Peng,
"Our hospital can't cure it, because nobody here knows how to perform such a surgery, but there is someone who can. She is also an authority."
"Who?" Gao Peng, hearing there was a way, asked urgently.
