The patient's condition was the most serious Wang Yao had ever encountered. Her illness was the most difficult to treat so far. Given his current ability, Wang Yao was not confident in curing her at all.
Treating her illness was like reviving a dead tree or a skeleton. It was too difficult, as difficult as walking on the narrow path to Sichuan.
"Doctor, my daughter..." said a middle-aged woman softly.
One herbal pill saved the life of a person who nearly died. This was not just magic.
Xue's family actually had given up on Xue. But Wang Yao gave them hope again. It was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.
How exciting it would be for a desperate person to see hope! No one would know the feeling if they didn't experienced it.
"She is beyond cure!" said Wang Yao.
However, just these four words were like an exceptionally heavy load falling down on Xue's family members. Wang Yao's words almost smashed their hope.
