Cancer is a terminal illness; if it truly gets solved, it would be enough to go down in history! Winning a Nobel Prize would not be out of the question then.
Especially seeing Mr. Li politely decline the staff's support, walking a few laps around the sterile room on his own, although his steps were somewhat unsteady.
The audience was shocked, with discussions erupting everywhere, growing more and more intense:
"Is this real? My grandfather has cancer too. I don't need him to be completely cured; even prolonging his life would be enough. If there's a way, I'd be willing to do anything to get it!"
"My father passed away from cancer half a year ago. Is this real or not?"
"Immortal Teacher, National Medical Saint Mr. Liu, could you explain the principle?" An enthusiastic medical student shouted, almost wanting to grab a megaphone to ask.
Everyone has close relatives who've had cancer, and it was as if a bright light suddenly appeared in a hopeless situation, igniting hope.
