An Zhehui nodded. "What you said is not impossible, but you can't say that the hospital in Shanghai is fake."
An Lan couldn't help but say, "Didn't you say that you consulted the hospital's doctor?"
"Is your friend a psychiatrist?" Ji Qian asked, "If he wasn't, how would he know? Furthermore, the doctors in Shanghai might be more knowledgeable than the doctors in Xia City. I had a friend who couldn't be cured in Xia City. In the end, he made a trip to Shanghai and now he is still alive and kicking."
Xu Baohan said, "If it was a regular hospital, of course it would be possible. However, private hospitals are all for profit. We also called that hospital and asked them to give us the name of the medicine, but they couldn't give us the exact name. I guess they developed it themselves and probably didn't get the country's approval through the proper channels."
