"Ye Feng, no matter what, you must cure her glass leg!" Beitang Huan didn't want to see Xia Qingqian suffer like this. What if her glass leg wasn't treated and she accidentally fell one day?
Ye Feng shook his head, took a deep breath, and said with a heavy tone, "Miss Huan, this is a very rare disease. So far, there is no cure domestically or internationally."
"What should we do then? Didn't Brother Yao praise you as a legendary doctor? How can you not find a solution?" Beitang Huan's heart skipped a beat.
"This is different. I've never encountered such a case. I've only heard of people with glass legs suffering fractures, and the only solution is to install steel plates, but the risks are significant..." Ye Feng couldn't bring himself to continue. He stopped speaking, turned, and looked at Xia Qingqian, who was leaning against the bed, sighing softly in his heart.
She is so unfortunate to have such a disease.
