Liu Dazhuang felt that he was just in his forties, with decades of life ahead. He really didn't want to become completely paralyzed, stuck in bed and dependent on others until he died.
But the doctors at Jinling Hospital told him that the surgery had just a one percent chance of complete recovery, a very slim probability.
What should he do?
What should he do now?
Right now, Liu Dazhuang had only one thought in his mind: if he were to be paralyzed for life, it would be worse than death.
"Boss, it's not that there's no way."
Zhang Xiaofei said.
"What way?"
"You could let Ye Qiu treat you, but it requires five million."
Getting Liu Dafei to come up with that five million was unlikely, but Liu Dazhuang had the money himself. If it was for his own life, he was willing to spend any amount.
Of course, in Zhang Xiaofei's view, this was a last resort.
"Five million? I have it."
Now Liu Dazhuang wanted to be cured as soon as possible. Any delay would only worsen his condition.
