"A... Miracle!"
Ma Baoguo sprang to his feet in disbelief.
Without a thought for anyone else, he strode into the building with a tiger's stride.
By the time he reached the ward, many medical staff had heard the commotion and were craning their necks to see inside. Before Ma Baoguo could push through the crowd, he heard a voice booming with vigor:
"I don't want porridge, I want grilled sausage!"
"Grandpa, I'll go buy it right away..."
An Xiaofu, in one breath, brightened up once more.
For these past two days, she'd felt as if the world was crumbling, walking on thin ice every day, but now... everything was undecided.
"This little bowl of medicine soup has such a strong effect; in all my years of medical practice, I've never heard of such a miracle."
"I'm utterly ashamed." Someone laughed awkwardly.
"Just looking at this report, Elder An's cancer cells seem forcibly confined here; barring any major surprises, five years shouldn't be a problem..."
