Upon hearing this, Grandma Jing and Jing Juntao felt a buzzing in their heads as if something had exploded inside their minds.
It was as if the sky had fallen, or the world was ending.
A wave of fear surged from their feet to their hearts, leaving Grandma Jing weak and limp with fright.
She felt her abdomen ache more intensively, and after a week of constipation, she suddenly felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
In the end, she couldn't control her bowels or bladder and relieved herself all at once...
...
"Is there still hope?" Returning to Tang Huai's office, Jing Juntao asked with a heavy heart.
"It's advanced. Conservative treatment, chemotherapy, won't be effective, and will only cause the patient immense pain," Tang Huai replied.
"You cured your grandmother and mother's illnesses. Can't you help her?"
"I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee a cure," Tang Huai said.
"Thank you, Tang Huai." Jing Juntao looked at Tang Huai gratefully.
