Wan Zhenhai smiled and said, "As the saying goes, life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven!"

"Since the success rate is not high, forget it!"

"It is not easy for Mr. Rudolph to come from afar. God, please write a check of 10 million to Mr. Rudolph."

Obviously, Wan Zhenhai was unwilling to spend the rest of his time surviving in the hospital bed.

Upon hearing this, Rudolf smiled bitterly and said, "Old Wan, thank you for your kindness!"

"But I'm embarrassed to accept this money."

Ning Zhilei was a little unwilling to give up and said, "Mr. Rudolph, you are the youngest director of the International Medical League. You have high medical skills and are known as the nemesis of the God of Death. Do you really have no other way?"

"There is no other way besides a heart transplant!"

Rudolph took a deep breath.

"Either try 30% of the chance, or wait for death in three months!"

"Not to mention me, even if the chairman of the International Medical Alliance comes, there is no other way."

Hearing Rudolph's words, Ning Zhilei fell silent in an instant.

At this time, Ye Hao smiled faintly, walked up to pat Rudolph on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Lu, your medical skills are good, but your knowledge is not enough..."

"The culture of Daxia is profound and profound, and you can't understand it all in a few years after studying in Daxia, so I don't blame you for being shallow."

"But, in the future, don't pretend to compete in our Daxia territory..."

While speaking, Ye Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at Wan Zhenhai and said, "Old Wan, I can solve your old illness."

Ning Zhilei was shocked when she heard this, but she said with some difficulty: "Can you solve it? How is it possible?"

"Are you even better than Mr. Rudolph?"

Rudolph was originally blushed by Ye Hao's few words.

When he heard Ye Hao say that he could solve it, the expression on Rudolph's face suddenly turned into jokes.

Although he suffered a little loss in Ye Hao's hands, Rudolph was very confident in his medical skills!

He firmly believes that his judgment is correct.

Wan Zhenhai looked at Ye Hao with great interest when he heard this and said, "How sure are you Mr. Ye?"

Ye Hao said lightly: "It's about 100%.

Ten percent?

When everyone heard this probability, their faces changed slightly.

Even the nemesis of the Death God Rudolph said that he only had a 30% chance of success.

But Ye Hao actually said that he had a 100% chance of success?

"Ten?"

Ning Zhilei's expression changed slightly. Although she had a good personality, she was a little angry at this moment.

"Mr. Ye, although I don't know where you got the confidence to talk nonsense here!"

"But you can't say anything randomly!"

"Even if Bian Que is reborn and Hua Tuo is reborn, he dare not say that he is 100% sure!"

"Because Uncle Wan has heart disease!"

"You talk nonsense like this only gives Uncle Wan a false hope!"

"You're so bad!"

Wan Tianyou took a deep breath and said seriously: "I believe Ye Shao is 100% sure!"

Although Wan Tianyou was scared by Rudolph's words just now.

But since the head coach said he was 100% sure, his father would definitely be saved.

At this moment, Wan Tianyou let out a long sigh.

"Ha, 100% sure?"

Rudolph looked at Ye Hao with a sarcastic look on his face.

"I admit that you can see Mr. Wan just now, and you have some strength!"

"But the treatment of diseases and saving lives depends on strength, not on sensationalism!"

"You can really cure Mr. Wan. When I meet you in the future, I will kneel down and shout "Teacher!"


Chapter completed!