"What?" Nan Zhifeng's heart turned cold, "Dr. Hua, it is said that your medical skills are godlike, you must have a way..."
"I am not a deity," Dr. Hua stated clearly, "If you had come to me two years earlier, there might have been hope, but now it's too late. Even if I were to treat her, at most she could live a few more months, and the quality of life during those months would not be high. It's pointless."
"That can't be, you must have a method," Nan Zhifeng shook his head insistently, "You haven't even seen the patient yet, how can you give up? Please come with me to M Country first and take a look."
Dr. Hua, moved by Nan Zhifeng's urgency, replied, "The patient I am to see is not your mother, but your auntie?"
