If it really was just a clot in her brain, Wu Gang was certain he could cure her.
Although the brain is a very special place, Wu Gang felt that in the case of Lew Xue, if she were in a hospital in a big city, a direct surgery could also cure her.
But this place was too impoverished, so impoverished that even people's thinking was constrained, making them easily believe what the village doctor said.
"Rest assured, your sister won't have any problems," Wu Gang said with a smile, trying to console him.
Lew Tiezhu nodded.
At that moment, Wu Gang suddenly asked, "May I know where you got this Lingxuan Grass from?"
"It's grown by my family."
Lew Tiezhu said outright, "This Lingxuan Grass was planted by my father, and it's only just matured. If it weren't for little Xue, I definitely wouldn't have pulled it out."
"Your family grows it?"
Wu Gang's eyes widened as he looked at Lew Tiezhu and asked, "Then do you know what the Lingxuan Grass is used for?"
