Figures like Bai Yunfei, who control vast resources, don't believe there is a virus in this world that cannot be cured. They would only think that their own medical skills are inadequate and that there's no way to cure Zhou Qilan.
"Stop talking."
Bai Yunfei coldly waved his hand, halting the doctor's expositions.
He only wanted results, not processes.
If Zhou Qilan couldn't be saved, it wouldn't matter how much the doctor talked.
"Wait here, I'll go find Mr. Lin."
After saying this, Bai Yunfei walked outside.
The doctor stared at Bai Yunfei's back, a flash of suspicion in his eyes.
He had already explained it clearly.
Dealing with an ancient virus was beyond the realm of modern medicine.
Ancient strains of viruses are incredibly powerful.
The more a virus spreads and iterates, the less lethal it becomes, and the higher its transmissibility and coexistence.
In modern medical theory, the lethality of a virus doesn't equate to its threat but only reflects its primitiveness.
