Treating an Illness (2)

"Godly Physician, no matter what, I am already very grateful to you for being willing to save my daughter." The man recovered his senses and a bitter smile hung on his lips. "If there's really no way to save her, then it can only be said that it's her fate."

The old man no longer said anything. He slowly walked to the bed and his hand lightly touched on the young girl's pulse. His originally tightly furrowed brows became increasingly furrowed.

"I long knew that her condition wasn't good, but I didn't expect that it would be serious to this extent! Right now, her internal organs have already been damaged, and unless someone is willing to donate theirs, it will be impossible to save her."

The man's heart trembled as his eyes gradually sank. After a long time, seemingly making an important decision, he clenched his teeth and spoke, "Godly Physician, can I donate my organs?"