Dry Grass in Winter, Chirping Cicadas in Autumn
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He looked pretty bad, like dry grass in winter.
He also sounded really hoarse, like chirping of cicadas in autumn.
As Wang Yao had diagnosed from the mountain village earlier, the man's sickness went beyond any remedy.
As Wang Yao looked at the old man, the people in the room were looking at him.
They had heard of his reputation for a long time. But, hearing was always different than meeting. They were even more shocked after meeting him because of how young he was. It was hard to imagine that a young person like him could have such extraordinary medical skills and could formulate amazing drugs.
"Dr. Wang, what do you think?" Wu Tongxing softly asked.
The people in the room were no longer high-ranking executives or wealthy merchants. They were children worried about the health of their father.