The elderly man's body was truly in shambles, especially his bones which seemed to be at risk of falling apart at the slightest touch.
Upon a brief examination, Chen Yu found that the old man had at least twenty steel pins in his body.
This condition had surpassed Chen Yu's expectations—the steel pins had penetrated deep into the marrow, some having already fused with the flesh and blood.
To fully heal the old man, all the steel pins had to be removed, but doing so might cause his body to enter a premature state of decay.
Chen Yu couldn't help but frown; the old man's physical condition was entirely dependent on high-end medication.
Without it, he probably wouldn't live past two days.
"Sir, your body must undergo surgery to receive comprehensive treatment. How about we set aside a special time after the banquet for me to perform the surgery on you?"
The old man immediately became excited. Since Chen Yu had said this, it meant there was still hope for his illness.
