Fan Dahu said awkwardly, "Xiao Long, I know you mean well. If my son just had a headache or a fever, I wouldn't hesitate to take you there, even if it turned out to be a mistake, at most it would just mean a few more days of discomfort."
"But now, he's suffering from a rare disease, and even many of the senior doctors at the county hospital find it difficult to handle and dare not treat it casually,
"You... you haven't used your medical skills for so many years, and if you make a mistake, I might lose my son."
Wang Xiaolong knew what Fan Dahu was worried about, and he said with a smile, "You all haven't told me from the beginning what exactly your son is suffering from, right?"
"We haven't, mainly because the name is also very complicated, I can't even say it without looking at the list from the hospital."