While asking his subordinates to put out various precision instruments, Rudolph hugged his arms and looked at Ye Hao and said, "Boy, you have never seen these things before?"

"I tell you that many of them are exclusively patented equipment in our Ruiguo country. The value of any one is enough for you to fight for the rest of your life!"

"Our doctors in Ruiguo rely on real medical means to cure diseases and save lives!"

"Today, I will let you know how powerful I am!"

Ye Hao looked at these devices in a short time and said lightly: "Old Wan is not sick at all, but you will probably misdiagnose it as heart failure."

"I'm not a doctor who can see this at a glance."

"Don't tell me that you relied on so many equipment and ended up being misdiagnosed."

Ning Zhilei on one side said in surprise: "You can see Uncle Wan's situation at a glance?"

"You're not talking nonsense, are you?"

Ye Hao laughed, too lazy to respond.

Rudolph snorted coldly, feeling that his face was being beaten today.

In order to restore his reputation, he looked cold and equipped his equipment, and began to inspect Wan Zhenhai.

After checking for a while, he frowned, with a little hesitation, and finally said in a deep voice: "Old Wan, judging from your situation, it seems to be heart failure, but your heart is very healthy from other data..."

"But, your strange condition has affected your vitality."

"If I read it right, you will die within three months!"

"What!?"

Ning Zhilei was slightly stunned. On the one hand, she was shocked by Wan Zhenhai's condition, and on the other hand, she was shocked by Ye Hao's judgment.

Wan Zhenhai also looked at Ye Hao with great interest. He knew his own affairs.

There are still three months left before the last attack of the Seven-Mission Death Metaphora. If there is no way to treat it, he will indeed die.

And that kind of symptoms is indeed somewhat similar to heart failure.

I didn't expect Ye Hao to see it easily.

At this time, Ning Zhilei reacted and looked at Rudolf and said, "Mr. Rudolf, is there any help from my Uncle Wan?"

"It's saved." Rudolf said seriously at this time, "I'm about 30% sure that I can save Mr. Wan!"

"Because the only way at the moment is heart transplant surgery!"

"But I have to clarify the risks here. If the transplanted heart cannot be perfectly integrated with Wan Lao's body, then Wan Lao will have a dead end..."

"And the success rate of 30% should be the highest success rate in the world at present!"

"If someone else did this surgery, the success rate was less than 10%!"

"Because Mr. Wan's situation is so strange, no one is more than 30% sure!"

Speaking of this, Rudolph looked confident.

In the heart transplant industry, he is an expert among experts.

No one in the world can surpass him.

"Thirty percent?"

Wan Zhenhai smiled faintly.

"Simply put, it is either dead or alive, and if you undergo surgery, the probability of death is very high."

"Since that's the case, I won't treat it. I'll spend the last three months peacefully, which is more dignified than dying on the operating table."

Ning Zhilei was shocked and said sadly: "Uncle Wan..."

Wan Tianyou's face was extremely difficult to see. He could never imagine that the success rate of saving his father was less than 30%!

What is the difference between such a success rate and swinging a big sword in front of the King of Hell?


Chapter completed!