He took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and quickly ran to Su Han. He looked up, his eyes turning red.
"I, I can still be cured?"
A terminal illness!
Su Han was right. His body indeed had these symptoms. He had secretly examined himself and visited many doctors, but there had been no results, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
But now, hearing Su Han's words, he was truly frightened.
What's the use of titles, status, and money when life is at stake? He wanted to live, he didn't want to die!
At this moment, when he heard Su Han say he could cure him, Zhao Ming's heart was lifted. When he thought about how he had repeatedly underestimated Su Han and even humiliated him in public, he felt extremely regretful. He had brought this upon himself!
Su Han stood there, extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations, just a faint smile on his face. "You are the youngest expert and scholar. Can't you cure yourself?"
