"This disease of his has been acting up for as long as ten years, with too much physical depletion. It's nearly impossible to completely cure it in a short time."
Old Wen said, "The most urgent task at hand is to save his life first. The rest, we can slowly treat symptomatically."
Lu Fengxuan looked up at her reflection in the mirror, her face pale, her lips nearly bitten to bleeding.
"Grandpa Wen, I understand. I will leave his illness in your hands from now on."
Old Wen told her, "You can rest assured, I have already started researching his condition. We'll discuss it in detail when I return to the country."
"Okay, Grandpa Wen, you should rest early."
"Don't cry," Old Wen advised her before hanging up the phone. "Yu Chiyin has a very strong will. You should believe in him. If you collapse, it will also create a psychological burden for him. Being part of the medical profession yourself, you should know that a patient's will can play a decisive role in the healing process."
