Song Yan Ning nodded, "I can try." This disease may be difficult for others, but for her, there was not much difference compared to ordinary illnesses. With her current cultivation, although she couldn't bring someone back to life, as long as there was breath left in the person, she could save them.
"He is Liu Botao, the Chairman of Qianyi Group, which is also the reason we have hesitated to perform the surgery," Guo Zhenjiang did not know whether Song Yan Ning was aware of the Qianyi Group. The group's strength was immense, now one of the top 500 in the world, and it was an entity that even their Guo Family could not afford to provoke.
"I've heard of them, prepare a set of silver needles for me," Song Yan Ning said as she approached the operating table. She was clothed in surgical attire, naturally unable to produce silver needles right then.
Dean Li looked towards a nurse, "Prepare a set of silver needles."
