Lin Qiu and the others exchanged glances, shaking their heads. They had discussed Fang Cheng's diagnosis and treatment more than once. His cranial nerves had completely atrophied. Although the damaged organs had been repaired, they were far from healed. It was a miracle he could lie in a hospital bed and survive for several years as a vegetable.
Or rather... the power of money.
Without the funds to purchase expensive targeted drugs and consult with various experts and professors, Fang Cheng probably would have died two days after the car accident. Not even an immortal could have saved him.
Fang Zheng gave Lin Qiu and the others a deep look but said no more. Standing silently before the hospital bed, he stared at his son's pale face, his heart twisting as if being cut by knives.
"Son, Dad will definitely get you cured, definitely…" Fang Zheng's gaze lowered as he murmured softly.
