But in his heart, he couldn't quite believe it. After all, his grandfather's illness had not just developed overnight. He had consulted renowned doctors both domestically and internationally, yet there had been no improvement. Almost all the doctors had recommended surgery, but considering the risks, they had simply been delaying it. Only recently, when the situation had considerably worsened, did his grandfather finally decide that surgery was essential—success or failure was in the hands of fate. It was then that he had started searching across the country for a distinguished physician, which led him to Dr. Zhang.
"Specifically, I still need to take the old gentleman's pulse before I can be absolutely sure,"
Xiao Yi said, glancing again at the elderly man.
"So young, and a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, can he be reliable?"
A woman beside him eyed Xiao Yi with surprise and whispered skeptically by Mr. Ma's face.
