"But going to the hospital would take too much time, wouldn't it?"
Xuu Fei glanced at Old Master Xuu and couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that his father couldn't hold on much longer. He pleaded, "Uncle Guo, please, I beg you to save my father?"
"Xuu Fei, it's not that I won't save your father, it's just that my clinic doesn't have enough medical equipment to do it."
Guo Huaicai certainly didn't dare to take on such a life-and-death matter, fearing that if something went wrong, he really couldn't afford it.
"Then what should we do?"
Xuu Fei looked at his father lying on the sickbed, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and felt at a loss. They couldn't administer treatment here, but going to the hospital would take too long, and he didn't know if his father could make it there.
At this moment, he was so afraid he didn't know what to do, almost as if he had lost his soul.
"At this point, the only option is to send him to the hospital. I'll drive."
