Ye Changyuan said, "Dad, your head truly doesn't hurt anymore?"
Elder Ye nodded, "Where's Xiaoxu?"
Qiao Rulong said, "I helped him to his guest room to rest. He just vomited a mouthful of blood. We wanted to take him to the hospital for treatment, but he said it wasn't necessary."
Ye Changquan hadn't had time to change his clothes; blood stains were still on him.
Elder Ye said, "For the sake of my illness, he's really been through a lot."
Ye Changyuan and his brother exchanged looks. Although their father kept saying he was fine, they didn't really believe it. Even if Xu Chunliang truly practiced Qi Gong, how would he handle a tumor inside the skull? Could it really be eliminated without surgery like external lithotripsy? If it were that powerful, would there still be any need for neurosurgery?
Ye Qingya said, "Doesn't it seem like Grandpa's spirit has improved a lot?"
