"If you make it back alive, we'll discuss the issue again. But if you don't get off the operating table, I'll deal with Shuixian myself."
Tang Daye shook his head, this little girl, really...
He looked at the essential oil bottle in his hand, "Does this thing really work?"
Xiao Qian seemed to hear his doubt and turned around, "Sometimes faith can have a good effect against diseases. When you feel like you can't hold on, think about your daughter and treat the essential oil I gave you as a miracle cure. It will definitely help you return safely."
She didn't know if it could kill cancer cells, but she had once used this kind of suggestive method to prolong the lives of many terminally ill patients. Never underestimate the power of faith, but Xiao Qian knew that ten bottles of essential oil couldn't compare to the impact Shuixian had on Tang Daye.
That was the faith that carried him through.
