"Xiao Yu, the Mister Mo you mentioned, can he really save Old Tang?"
Old Master Wen furrowed his brows, obviously skeptical.
Even Director Lin Renxin of the third-grade hospital didn't have the confidence to cure him, he couldn't believe that a young man could.
He suspected that his granddaughter might have been deceived by someone.
Tang Chuchu also seemed to doubt it, looking at Wen Biyu with a skeptical gaze.
"He should be able to." Wen Biyu nodded her head, briefly recounting how Mo Han had saved Shan Shan in the emergency room that morning.
"Silver needles? Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Upon hearing the details, Tang Chuchu shook her head, her complexion one of despair.
She didn't lack faith in Chinese medicine, but her grandfather's condition required a Western surgical procedure, not something a needle could heal.
Just then, Mo Han hurried in, and Wen Biyu quickly went up to greet him, just about to speak, when a frantic shout came from outside the emergency room:
