Chu Dazhuang finished speaking, glanced at them with a smile, and said no more.
In the eyes of Zhang Liang and his wife, Li Xiuxiu, there was an incomparable complexity.
From the initial shock, to the later mixture of hope, and ultimately, a bit of doubt.
This.....
Without even looking, directly curing the disease, if spoken of, sounded too far-fetched, right?
Zhang Liang's heart trembled. After thinking it over, he said nothing. In truth, he harbored a skeptical attitude.
After all, to cure without treatment, and he knew best about his own illness—which was difficult to cure—he also knew that it would definitely not get better after just one or two sessions.
But Chu Dazhuang's words were so mysterious that they stirred some doubt within them.
However, when they looked at Chu Dazhuang again, they found him still relaxed and confident, speaking as if it was as easy as eating or sleeping, which didn't cause any wavering in them.
"Well, if that's the case,"
