"Alright, for your sake, I will examine your father."
John pat An Wei on the head and headed towards Gu Mingyu.
Although he couldn't see John's facial expression, Gu Mingyu could clearly hear the conversation between him and An Wei. Hearing those voices, a glimmer of gravity flashed across Gu Mingyu's eyes, but he didn't comment.
An Xiangrong stood by, reaching out to hold the man's hand. Feeling warmth in his palm, the look in Gu Mingyu's eyes softened significantly.
John's examination was meticulously thorough, yet during the process he couldn't help but furrow his brows.
An Xiangrong didn't utter a sound throughout the check-up. Only after John was done did she turn to him, asking, "How is it?"
"Complicated."
Hearing An Xiangrong's question, John responded promptly.
"When you say complicated, does that mean his eyes can be cured?"
"I only have a fifty percent chance of success."