He didn't die.
But it didn't mean that his body was fully recovered.
The pale light illuminated the operating room. There were only a few people inside.
Looking at the old hero lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, everyone was disappointed. Even Tristan Denver, who had always trusted Bright Moore in his medical skills, began to suspect him.
Was it because these hidden diseases were too difficult to deal with?
"Or is the extremely serious-looking Medical Saint in front of me a fake?"
Instead of asking this question, he looked at Bright Moore and said, "Can a hidden illness be more serious than all kinds of poison in the most precious medicine book? Even you can't cure it?"
Bright Moore rolled his eyes at Tristan Denver. Under the oppressive atmosphere, it was inappropriate for him to argue with Tristan Denver, so he could only explain with a sigh.
"If I could treat him earlier, there might still be hope."