Wu Xia finished speaking, and many people began to help.
Everyone knew that, although Li Wanshan was miserly and stingy, he hadn't treated anyone unfairly during his years as the village chief, and they really didn't want him to die.
Li Wanshan calmed down, becoming somewhat anxious, "Wu Xia, isn't there any risk in this?"
"If it doesn't succeed, will I die right now?"
Wu Xia glanced at Li Wanshan and said to scare him, "Just now, because of the rush of blood to your head, that tumor has already blocked your brain's blood vessels. If we don't treat you now, you won't live past tonight."
"Don't you feel very dizzy right now, and that your thoughts are always unable to concentrate?"
Li Wanshan broke out in a cold sweat, tightly grabbing Wu Xia's hand, "Wu Xia, you must save me, absolutely must. I believe in you, I trust you unconditionally."
"Okay, rest for a bit, I'll go get ready!"
