Very soon, Ning Youguang saw the cancer report of the learning uncle's friend.
She frowned as she read, "This situation is really difficult to handle."
Zhang Kejiu, who was closest to her, heard her murmurs and immediately asked, "Can you still treat him?"
After patiently reading through the entire report, Ning Youguang handed the phone back to him, "I'm sorry, Kejiu, but in his case, there's nothing I can do."
"Alright… I'll go tell my dad." Zhang Kejiu's expression turned slightly somber, "Thank you for the trouble."
Ning Youguang sighed lightly, "You're welcome, I didn't do much."
Then she asked, "Is this patient in a hospital or a nursing home?"
"The doctors say he only has a few months left, advising him to find a nice nursing home to stay comfortably." Zhang Kejiu sighed deeply, "But he just wants to stay in the hospital and not go to a nursing home, nor return home. He simply doesn't believe his illness can't be cured."
