The old man had been standing in front of the hospital bed, lost in somber thoughts, when suddenly he was shocked by Chen Yang's words.
"Mr. Chen, what do you mean by that? Don't tell me you can cure her?" the old man asked, astonished.
"Yes, I can treat this disease."
Chen Yang nodded expressionlessly.
"How… how is that possible… ALS has stumped dozens of experts in the province, can you really cure it?"
The old man's eyes widened, his expression one of excitement.
But Chen Yang remained impassive, with no change in his demeanor.
"Just because the experts in the province can't treat it doesn't mean no one can. Although ALS is troublesome, it's not incurable. With the gentle therapies of traditional medicine, there is still hope for a cure," Chen Yang said calmly, yet very seriously.
There wasn't a hint of jest in his tone.
The old man stared blankly at Chen Yang, hope reigniting in his heart.
Just as he was excitedly about to ask how he would treat it,
