Du Changyi wasn't afraid of offending the other party, speaking bluntly.
The individual's status was not ordinary; having traveled from abroad to domestically, they certainly visited countless renowned doctors. What he said now, he believed other doctors must have told the old gentleman as well.
If modern medicine couldn't do it, then it couldn't be done, and that was that.
Indeed, after hearing him out, the old gentleman's expression remained composed, as if this was all within his expectations, though he still harbored a sliver of hope as he asked, "How much of my vision can you restore for me?"
As the old gentleman asked this question, his assistant Xiaoyang also entered with a stack of documents.
Xiaoyang immediately kept quiet and looked towards Du Changyi.
Du Changyi made a gesture.
