He suddenly reached out, grabbed one of Guo Jinghui's wrists, and said urgently, "Divine Doctor Guo, I beg you! Let me recover my ability to run as soon as possible. If you can get me back on my feet a year earlier, I'll give you a million!"
"If it's two years earlier, I'll give you two million."
"If it can be three years earlier, I'll give you five million!"
"Money is not my concern, just get me back on my feet and running as soon as you can!!"
This was still a child with dreams.
Guo Jinghui's face was full of difficulty.
Director Yang sighed and patted his son on the shoulder, "Xiaodong, don't think too much about it. Just being able to stand is already quite impressive. We've found so many famous doctors for you, used every kind of treatment available, but nothing could restore any sensation to your legs."
"Those doctors said you would never stand again, but Divine Doctor Guo could get you on your feet within a year or half, which is quite remarkable. We should be content."
