After gaining a rough understanding of the world structure of the Divine Martial Realm, Xu Xingguang's heavy heart felt a bit lighter.
"Uncle Ying, the technological research in the Divine Martial Realm far surpasses our Mortal World, so in the field of medicine, are they also far ahead of us?"
Ying Ziyao sighed, "It's not just far ahead! I can't even estimate how many years it'll take for us to catch up to their medical standards."
A hundred years?
Two hundred years?
Perhaps five hundred years.
"Let's put it this way, cerebral palsy, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, AIDS, lung cancer—these difficult diseases we view as incurable are not considered true terminal illnesses in the Divine Martial Realm. As long as you have money and connections, you can be treated."
Xu Xingguang smacked his lips and concluded, "It seems the Divine Martial Realm, like us, is full of common folks who love money."
