Zou Linlin, noticing the drastic change in her grandfather's expression, quickly leaned in to look at the medical report. When she saw the results, her surprise left her red lips slightly parted and her breathing through her nose became rapid.
How could a few silver needles cure late-stage cancer? What did that even mean? If such medical skills could be promoted and widely used, then no one in the world would need to fear cancer in the future.
"Grandpa, we must invite Ye Chenfeng to our home for dinner tonight," Zou Linlin whispered to Zou Zedong, thoroughly convinced by Ye Chenfeng's medical skills.
"Linlin, do you now believe what Grandpa told you? You must hold onto Ye Chenfeng tightly! Just like I said, if need be, you can turn the raw rice into cooked rice, and then even if Ye Chenfeng wants to renege, he won't be able to do so," Zou Zedong chuckled.
Seeing the murmuring Zou Zedong and Zou Linlin, Yao Suman couldn't help but step forward and asked, "How's my mom's health?"