"As long as you listen to me," Wang Yao said.
He was fairly confident of curing Zhou Wuyi's disease. Although it involved several conditions, he had confronted and tackled all of them. What he had accumulated was not only experience but also confidence.
The poison inside his body was no stronger than Sun Yunsheng's toxins of Yang energy. His blocked and unbalanced meridians were no worse than the overall atrophy of Sun Xiaoxue's channels and collaterals. He could cure both of them, so he was confident he could cure the old man. Though he was aged, the old man had practiced Kungfu. It had made his body even stronger than a boy before he was injured.
"Good, I trust you," the old man said comfortably.
Zhou Xiong walked Wang Yao to the gate.
"How long it will take before my uncle's recovery?" he asked.
"Maybe a month," Wang Yao replied.
"Good, thank you. What about the medical fees?" Zhou Xiong asked.
