Shi Zixiong fell into deep thought upon hearing these words.
To be honest, he couldn't accept Lu Jiu's answer.
The answer he hoped to hear was that it could be treated. Even if it couldn't be cured, at least it could save his mother's life.
But Lu Jiu said there was no guarantee of a cure, and it could even get worse.
As a son, Shi Zixiong truly couldn't accept this.
But he also understood that once the hospital advised them to give up treatment, he was left with only two options.
One was to wait for death at home, the other was to try traditional Chinese medicine.
"Dr. Lu, how confident are you?" Shi Zixiong asked.
Lu Jiu shook his head, "It's not a matter of confidence, there's simply no confidence."
Shi Zixiong was puzzled, "But didn't you treat breast cancer before?"
