"I can only save his life, not cure him," Wang Jian said frankly, not hiding the truth.
Hu Ziyuan's expression froze. With a lifeless look in his eyes, he mumbled, "It's fine..." Though he said it was fine, his expression betrayed him.
After Wang Jian left, Hu Ziyuan's face turned grim, his mind clearly racing. His intentions were crystal clear to Heizi, who was standing beside him. With his years of experience, Heizi had already guessed what his young master was thinking. Feeling indebted to Wang Jian, Heizi couldn't help but offer a reminder. "Young Master, late-stage lung cancer isn't something just any doctor can cure. The fact that Doctor Wang said he can save Uncle Jiu's life is already remarkable."
Though the statement was logical, it sounded unbearably grating to Hu Ziyuan. He glared at Heizi and said coldly, "It's just a few more days of life. It doesn't mean he won't die."
