Damu saw the young master so agitated and immediately stepped forward to free the doctor, "Young Master, rest assured, Xiaomu will definitely find a new medicine, Miss will certainly be alright."
Once freed, the doctor gasped for air and looked at this cultured comrade who possessed such abilities, it had frightened him.
He could understand how some patients' families would find it hard to accept the truth.
But for this disease, they really had no cure; even for control, they lacked the appropriate medicine.
The young comrade was only so young, and her passing would be something they hate to witness.
He was a doctor who had witnessed many separations by death, and some situations were simply beyond change.
"The hospital doesn't have any medicine for heart conditions?" Zhou Jiahao took a deep breath, looking seriously at the other person.
The doctor straightened his clothes, "No."
Zhou Jiahao turned and strode away.
