"Young Master, look!" Uncle Wang suddenly exclaimed. His eyes shone with ecstasy, and the finger pointing at the terminal trembled slightly.
What's wrong? Song Qingsong turned his head when he heard the voice. When his gaze fell on the reply on the terminal, his originally gloomy eyes suddenly lit up!
"Young Master, there's a treatment plan." A simple line of words on the terminal almost made Uncle Wang cry with joy. His eyes were slightly red. "There's definitely no problem this time. Your illness will definitely be cured!"
"He replied. He actually replied." Looking at the conversation that popped up on the screen, Song Qingsong felt as if he had seen a ray of light from the darkness. At this moment, he did not know that this ray of light was enough to light up his entire life.
"That's right." Uncle Wang was also extremely excited at this moment. He did not forget to remind him, "Young Master, hurry up and reply."
