Helpless.
These four words were still echoing in Pei Yicheng's ears.
Ling Dong had pleaded for a long time, but the doctor only had this one sentence to say, merely suggesting the most conservative treatment which was the same as what Doctor Du had prescribed.
"Brother Cheng."
Ling Dong comforted, "We can still go look somewhere else."
"Yeah." As Pei Yicheng returned to the bustling street, his emotions had already recovered. He said, "Ling Dong, although I'm somewhat disappointed, I haven't lost hope. I've seen so many doctors in Ningbei before and none were able to cure me, I've gotten used to it."
"But, my grandfather said that there are several other places we can try. We'll visit them one by one, there will always be a chance." Pei Yicheng's gaze deepened, he refused to believe that his legs would definitely not heal.
In the whole of China, with its vast population, there would always be a chance.