With these thoughts, Old Madam Wei couldn't help but turn back to look at Wu Jinglin, who stood behind her. "Mr. Wu, is there really no way you can treat my son? Look, if you have a method, just say it. No matter how much money you want, I'll give it to you. How about that?"
At this moment, Wu Jinglin was Old Madam Wei's last glimmer of hope to salvage her pride.
Seeing the eager look in Old Madam Wei's eyes, Wu Jinglin involuntarily lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Old Madam Wei, I can't treat County Chief Wei's illness."
Wu Jinglin might not be a famous doctor, but he could still make out the severity of Wei Hongzhi's condition.
With his own medical skills, he could not cure the illness; if he pretended to be something he was not, there would only be one outcome for him: his medical license revoked and he would be dealt with according to legal regulations.
He certainly didn't want to lose his livelihood over this.
