"Can you really cure my grandfather?"
Zhao Tian looked somewhat beaten down as he stared directly at Ye Feng, his voice hoarse as he asked.
Ye Feng nodded and a hint of playfulness surfaced on his face, "I can cure him, but his life is already at its end, and he can only live for three more years!"
Three years?
Hearing this, the faces of Mayor Zhao and the others, rather than showing displeasure, were filled with excitement.
Compared to the current state of Elder Zhao, extending his life by three years was already an immense cause for celebration.
Zhao Tian's expression softened slightly, and he finally clenched his teeth and said,
"As long as you can cure my grandfather, what does it matter if I, Zhao Tian, kneel down and beg you!"
As he spoke, Zhao Tian bent his knees, ready to kneel!
Hearing Zhao Tian's words, Zhao Yuankui and Uncle Fu's faces both revealed a look of relief.