Wang Zhengdao patted Ye Changyuan's shoulder to express his sympathy: "Fortunes and misfortunes come unexpectedly, it's fortunate he escaped this one."
Ye Changyuan said, "It's still unclear to what extent he can recover."
"Changyuan, with today's advanced medicine, I estimate it won't affect his normal life. I was so ill, yet didn't I recover just fine?"
Ye Changyuan shook his head and said, "It's different, he's had a heart transplant; he'll never be free from medication in this life. After all, that heart isn't his own, how long will it last - ten years, twenty years? He's still so young." In truth, what he thought was that his daughter was still so young. Was she supposed to be tethered to Qiao Rulong's sinking ship all her life? In the past, there was hope that he would sail through perilous seas; now, they could only hope he'd at least sink a little later.
"I can refer some doctors to help with his rehabilitation."
