Huangfu Yu pursed his lips. He felt awful, but he also knew that at this moment, he had to hold everything together: "The only path left is a heart transplant, and we can't delay it any longer. We've already called in a team of experts in this field, who will probably arrive tomorrow, and a matching heart has been transported from the USA. As soon as everything is in place, we'll proceed with the surgery immediately."
"The surgery only has a fifty percent chance of success..." The old assistant started to cry as he spoke.
It was precisely because the surgery's success rate was so low that they had always been too afraid to proceed.
Jiang Shiyi turned her face away, tears falling in large drops.
Although she already knew the Old Master's condition was extremely perilous, she hadn't anticipated it would be this dangerous, with death and survival balanced on a coin's flip.
