At Jinling Hospital, Lu Xiuyu was naturally very angry both because of her daughter's illness and because of the words Ye Qiu had said.
But now, things were completely different.
The more Lu Xiuyu looked at the young man, Ye Qiu, the more she felt he was not bad.
"Ye Qiu, have you had breakfast?" Lu Xiuyu asked.
"Madam Li, I ate before I came over."
"I heard you're a senior high student at Jiangbei No. 3 Middle School?"
Ye Qiu nodded.
Lu Xiuyu appeared very enthusiastic, which had a lot to do with Ye Qiu curing her daughter's illness, of course, she was also extremely curious: Why were Ye Qiu's medical skills so miraculous?
When they entered the living room on the first floor of the villa, Lu Xiuyu said, "Ye Qiu, let me go make you a cup of tea first."
As Lu Xiuyu went to prepare tea for Ye Qiu, he headed to the second floor. Li Qianqian's lower body was still not cured and suffered from muscle atrophy, so she could only lie in bed and read.
