"After such a long period of treatment, we had already given up hope. This trip to the north was just to seek some mental comfort, so we wouldn't have any regrets in the future!"
The man said with tears, his voice low and choked, "Divine Doctor, do you think my father still has a chance?"
He knew it was a rhetorical question!
No matter how skilled this Divine Doctor in front of them was, faced with late-stage pancreatic cancer, what could he possibly do?
Everyone silently thought to themselves.
However, Ying Yue's response was unexpected for everyone: "Late-stage pancreatic cancer is nothing, there's nothing that can't be cured!"
While saying this, he pretended to take the pulse on the old man's wrist.
"What did he say?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard it.
"He said… it's just pancreatic cancer, there's nothing that can't be cured!"
"You're kidding!"
"Really or not?"
"Is this really curable or just showboating?"