Powerless.
Those four words still echoed beside Pei Yicheng's ears.
Ling Dong pleaded for a long time, but the doctor just repeated that single sentence. He only recommended the most conservative treatment plan, and the prescription given was the same as Dr. Du's.
"Yicheng."
Ling Dong comforted him, "We can still try other places."
"Yeah." Pei Yicheng returned to the lively street, and his mood was already restored. He said, "Ling Dong, I'm a bit disappointed, but I haven't lost hope. I've seen so many doctors in Ningbei and none of them could cure me. I'm used to it now."
"But Grandpa said there are still a few more places we could try. We'll go to each one, there'll always be a chance." Pei Yicheng's eyes darkened slightly. He just didn't believe that his legs couldn't be cured.
The whole of China, with millions and millions of people—there will always be a chance.
"By the way, you can come with me and check how Haozi's chili sauce is selling."
Pei Yicheng reminded him.
