Jiang Yanting had just run desperately holding Shen Zhixian, his back already covered in sweat, as he stood at the door of the examination room, his heart anxiously burning, the warmth unabated.
Yet with just a few sparse words, he was chilled to the core.
The phrase "incurable," once spoken, always seemed linked to terminal illness, inevitably terrifying.
"This is just a preliminary diagnosis, the specific condition will only be known after a detailed examination," Zhou Zhongqing patted his shoulder.
Though it was a preliminary diagnosis, words from an authority like Zhou Zhongqing were almost certainly accurate.
"This illness..."
