Lu Youcai's emotions were also surging; any man faced with such a situation would be incredibly excited, right?
That kind of ability— it's about a man's entire life, something all the money in the world cannot buy. If one completely lost that ability, what would the meaning of their life be?
Even if he went to America, Lu Youcai was somewhat anxious, as after all, the chance of success there was only fifty percent. And deep inside, Lu Youcai did not want to leave; being away for one or two years, upon returning he would find himself suddenly looking back in retrospect. He was finally achieving some success, having just launched a project he poured two years of heart and soul into. Leaving at this time was indeed hard to let go of.
So if he could stay and be fully assured of curing his illness, then why not do it?
"You are really willing to treat me?" Lu Youcai tried to compose himself as he asked.
