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The words left the Tang family feeling devastated, as though the world was crumbling around them. After all, Tang Weiguo had been the one supporting the Tang family. Without him, it was a matter of time before the Tangs lost their status as one of the most reputable families in the country.
"Dad! Why… Why is it Cystic Lung Disease? I thought that dad had just been a chronic smoker, and was suffering from Tracheitis. This is terrible!"
"What are we going to do? How are we going to survive when Dad is gone?!" Tang Li lamented. Suddenly, he grabbed onto Professor Yang's sleeves and bellowed, "You piece of trash. All of you are so useless! What kind of doctors are you? I don't care what method you use, you must save my dad. I will not let you off if anything happens to him! All of you shall die with him if anything bad happens!"
"Yes, yes, we will try our very best. We will do whatever we can…" Professor Yang and the other doctors replied timidly. They broke out in cold sweat, visibly shaken by the threats.
Unbeknownst to the rest in the room who were panicking over the situation, Chu Feng had entered Tang Weiguo's room. He calmly went over to the ill man to take his pulse while the doctors looked on in shock.
"A bunch of incompetent doctors! What's the point of paying you so much money when you can't be of use at such critical times!"
"You can forget about walking out of here alive if anything happens to Mr. Tang!"
"I'm expecting all of you to think of the perfect solution within the next two hours. I want to see results!"
Tang Li's provocative remarks spurred the rest of the Tang family to direct their anger toward Professor Yang and the physicians. Beads of nervous sweat began to break out once more as the physicians felt their hearts race. They had nearly dropped their medical apparatus as their hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Stop with your nonsense! Are you guys trying to scare the doctors away? Who's going to treat Dad if all the doctors cannot tolerate your rude behavior? Are you going to treat him?" Sisi's expression darkened as she snapped at the rowdy Tang family members.
Refusing to face reality, Tang Feng asked with a gloomy face, "Is there really no other way, Professor Yang? If Mr. Tang is cured, I'm willing to donate ten billion dollars to your medical crew for research purposes."
Professor Yang heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes glistened with hope. Ten billion is such a large sum of money. Even the prestigious Nobel Prize awards the winner with just a few million dollars.
Unable to think of a better solution, Professor Yang shook his head apologetically and said, "Mr. Tang, even though I really want the ten billion dollars, I hate to tell you that I'm really sorry. I am out of ideas. There are only two options left. First, take the risk and perform the surgery that we are only twenty percent confident in. Second, after a week he will face imminent death. We can prepare for his passing." It was obvious that Tang Wei Guo's time in this world was coming to an end.
Tang Feng immediately went silent as he tried to take in the devastating news. Sisi's eyes started watering as she could not bear the thought of losing the man.
Just as the Tang family were engaged in a heated discussion, a voice emerged, "I can cure him."
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