"I just want to ask you one question!" Wang Changtian said with a dark expression, "Do you or do you not have a way to cure my grandson's illness!"
"This..." The doctors looked at each other without saying a word.
"Is there a way or not!" Wang Changtian asked again.
"Mr. Wang, I'll be frank with you," said the attending physician Song Dehai with a bitter smile, "your grandson's condition is not optimistic... if things go poorly... he might end up paralyzed in bed..."
"What!" Wang Changtian's eyes suddenly bulged, "Say that again!"
With gritted teeth, Song Dehai repeated, "... at best paralyzed in bed, at worst, life-threatening."
"Nonsense!" Wang Changtian flew into a rage, pointing at Song Dehai's nose and cursing, "You bunch of quacks! All you do is spread alarm without any real talent! You're just a waste of food! Transfer hospitals, immediately! Transfer to the capital's hospital, let the best doctors in the capital treat my grandson's illness!"
