Su Yayan did not take it. Instead, she looked at Dou Tianyi and raised her eyebrows. She chuckled and said, "Mr. Dou, you've laid so many foundations just because you want me to cook a few medicinal dishes for you to improve your condition?"
"Not to improve my condition."
"Not to improve your condition?"
"I want to cure it."
Su Yayan's expression darkened as if she had heard a huge joke. "Mr. Dou, you must be joking. Not to mention that I don't have much interaction with you and have yet to agree to help you, even if I really help you, I can't give you such an unrealistic guarantee. You have to know that no matter how respected a doctor is, there's no way to guarantee that he can cure any illness."
Dou Tianyi did not argue with her about this. Instead, he said, "I heard that Miss Su's husband was paralyzed for nearly ten years due to an accident."
