At this moment, everyone held their breath, and the room was so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping to the floor could be heard. The sound of Mr. Yun's breathing was faintly audible on the other end of the phone.
Qiu Yong pressed Mr. Yun for a decision once more; they needed an outcome, yet Ling Chen's words still echoed in his ears.
On one side was the hope of saving his brother, on the other side was disappointment and the anger of being deceived.
They were all patiently waiting.
"Mr. Qiu," Mr. Yun's voice finally came through the phone, "I've said before, your third brother's illness is quite complicated and requires long-term rehabilitation and observation. You want me to cure him instantly, that I cannot do."
