"Mr. Sima, I'm afraid your condition doesn't look optimistic."
An Jinhua didn't notice the abnormal expression on the old man's face. He had asked for the name simply for the sake of proper address, and after receiving the old man's reply, he nodded solemnly.
"Divine Doctor An, how is my father's condition? Please, you must cure my father. As long as my father's illness is cured, I am willing to pay any amount."
The middle-aged man's demeanor became tense upon hearing An Jinhua's words, and he spoke anxiously.
"Old Mr. An, I have some understanding of my condition. Please speak frankly, and as for the treatment, just proceed with it. I am prepared for everything,"
the old man said, glancing at his son with a hint of reproach before turning to An Jinhua, a calm and resigned expression on his face.
"Mr. Sima, your open-mindedness is truly admirable."