Su Yue'e and the old lady were equally stunned. This, this is simply miraculous, isn't it?
"Miss An, can it be cured?..." Feng Jianxiang asked cautiously.
An Yiqing nodded, "It can be cured, and surgery is needed. But don't worry, Director Feng, a complete recovery is possible."
The tea cup in the old lady's hand fell to the ground with a "bang," and Su Yue'e hurriedly helped to wipe her hands. Unexpectedly, the old lady gently pushed her away and shakily walked up to An Yiqing.
"Young lady, you're not lying to me? Can my husband really be cured?" the old lady asked, crying.
An Yiqing smiled and nodded, "Granny, I never exaggerate."
At this moment, Feng Jianxiang came over to support his mother, "Mom, do you remember the expert who saved me over twenty years ago? Miss An is the disciple of that expert. She's a genius in the medical field!"
