Long Chen accompanied Zhao Churan downstairs; after eating, the patient he had called also just informed Long Chen by phone that he had arrived at the doorstep.
Long Chen personally went out to greet him and, upon meeting the patient, saw that he was an old man well past his prime.
By his side, there was also a middle-aged man and a young girl.
"You must be Mr. Zhao Hong, right? I'm Long Chen,"
Long Chen said as he approached and greeted him proactively.
Zhao Hong was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Long Chen to be so young.
He immediately had some doubts—could such a young doctor really treat his cancer?
However, Zhao Hong did not voice his skepticism, though it was clearly evident on his face.
"Grandpa, this doesn't seem reliable at all, shall we go home?"
The young girl whispered, her eyes full of caution as she looked at Long Chen.
"We're here now; might as well try, like pinning our hopes on a dead horse as if it's going to come back to life," Zhao Hong sighed.
