When the woman heard that, tears welled up again. "So that means... Little Hui can only lie there like this from now on? She can't live without a ventilator?"
Feng Jun spread his hands and spoke calmly. "But at the very least, I can guarantee she won't die. If you can find a suitable lung donor within ten years... a lung transplant can be considered. You need to understand, this guarantee alone is already not easy to make."
"That's true," a medical worker beside them spoke up. She was a petite middle-aged woman who looked like a fairly authoritative expert. "If he isn't boasting, no one in the entire Xia Nation would dare make such a guarantee... not even anywhere else in the world."
Feng Jun wasn't sure whether she was accusing him of boasting, but he had no interest in arguing over it.
Once the treatment results came out, the facts would prove whether he had been boasting.
The woman cried silently. Clearly, she hoped for a better outcome for her daughter.
"Wait," the short, stout young man suddenly said. He looked thoughtfully at Feng Jun. "Master, you said that after taking the medicine, she'd receive simple treatment... does that mean there's also a more complicated treatment?"
The woman's eyes lit up again. Good thing I brought my nephew. I'm too worried to think straight right now.
Feng Jun nodded without any change in expression and spoke indifferently. "There is. There's a ninety percent chance I can guarantee her full recovery, but it will take time, and... I'll have to pay a very heavy price."
A very heavy price... The woman and the short, stout young man both fell silent.
After a long while, the short, stout young man spoke again. "Master, could you tell us just how heavy