Qiao Xuan nodded, "Dr. Lu, I don't know much about diet therapy. Can you help me write the recipes?"
Ying Lu subconsciously glanced at Qiao Yue, "Sure, but I need to discuss the recipe with my master. I'll give it to you in a few days."
"Can Grandpa have the surgery as usual after he wakes up this time?" Qiao Jing, who had been silent the entire time, asked.
"Yes," In fact, Old Master Qiao could also be treated with traditional Chinese medicine, but its effects were much slower than Western medicine. Besides, Qiao Xuan's main expertise was in Western medicine, so it was much more reassuring for another family member to treat him.
During their conversation, Old Master Qiao kept holding Qiao Yue's hand and asking her how she had been all these years. Qiao Yue told him everything she could say, and Old Master Qiao's eyes turned red as he listened, saying that Qiao Yue had suffered all these years.
