"But—" Song Yubin wanted to say, "What kind of illness is it? If it can't be treated domestically, then go abroad for treatment. Whatever you need, just let me know. I'm not boasting, but our Song Family has influence and connections abroad."
"I didn't say our family would give up on my brother. Maybe he'll get better, maybe not."
"Then do everything you can to cure him!"
With his hand clenched into a fist under the table, Yao Ye didn't want this? That was his brother, his own brother. However, there was nothing he could do, truly nothing. Precisely because he himself was a doctor, he understood too well. His brother's illness, at this stage, could only be left to fate.
Seeing Yao Ye biting his lips tightly, trembling slightly, Song Yubin suddenly realized that his words were too much. No one would love his brother more than Yao Ye himself. How could he accuse Yao Ye like that?
"Take your sister and leave. I can only plan for the worst."
