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"Brother Zhang, where are you staying tonight? I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow."
The pain-free Wang He, with a smile plastered on his face, inquired of Zhang Xiaowei.
"No need for a pickup, just give me an address, and I'll find you tomorrow."
Zhang Xiaowei waved his hand, outright rejecting his polite offer.
Wang He didn't insist, and quickly nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I'll send the address to your phone in a bit."
Having said that, Wang He couldn't contain his curiosity and started to probe Zhang Xiaowei.
"Brother Zhang, can you really cure my illness?"
The strange symptoms, unable to be diagnosed by many hospitals at home and abroad, had baffled Chinese herbal medicine as well, yielding no effects.
Zhang Xiaowei had made the bold claim that he could cure him, so it was natural for Wang He to be skeptical.
