As soon as Old Li exerted himself, a sharp pain shot through his chest. He hunched over on the ground, his head pounding and drenched in sweat.
"Early-stage liver cancer, discovered early enough to be cut out. You could live another six or seven years. If it had been discovered two months later, you'd be dead."
Tang Ming chuckled coldly, confidently saying, "But if I were to operate, I wouldn't need to remove your liver. I could extend your life by ten years, but I just don't want to treat you."
"Isn't this too incredible?"
Old Zhang and Tan Yongsheng were dumbfounded. To diagnose cancer with just a few glances—could he really be human?
"Cough, cough, Tang Ming, with you representing Imperial University in the medical competition, Imperial University is sure to place high."
Enduring his pain, Old Li shouted excitedly.
