Third Young Master Jun's back stiffened slightly when he saw the remaining glimmers of hope and fear in her eyes.
"Not all hope is lost, Yan Su's teacher is desperately researching a new type of antibiotic, but whether it works or not is still a fifty-fifty chance!"
In fact, the doctor had told him last time that his hope had dwindled to just 30 percent, and with his current poor health condition, even that slim chance might be gone.
But she needed this hope, so he would give it to her.
If he completely misled her, saying he could definitely be cured, she wouldn't believe him. So let it be a fifty percent chance, enough to support her willpower.
Indeed, a strong light of hope arose in Ye Lu's eyes as she tightly grasped his hand.
"As long as there's still a chance for treatment, that's enough; at least there's a fifty percent chance. I believe, this fifty percent will definitely turn into one hundred percent."
