139 o8o: Making skincare products, door-to-door gratitude_2
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A Divine Doctor?
Could it be that Yang Guobao is really fine now?
But on the other hand, where in the world are there so many divine doctors?
Even Doctor Wang, the imperial physician, does not dare to call himself a divine doctor.
It must be Wang Meifeng trying to find a way to get herself in!
“Mom,” Yang Changzheng looked at Zhou Suhua again, “Can I go open the door now? It’s been fifteen minutes.”
“Go ahead,” Zhou Suhua continued: “But it’s not because of Wang Meifeng. I’m only opening the door because of my great-grandson! And let me tell you this, if Wang Meifeng doesn’t apologize for what she did to my great-grandson, I won’t let her off the hook.”
“Alright, alright!” Grateful as if he just received a pardon, Yang Changzheng ran out to open the door.
As soon as Yang Changzheng opened the gate, Yang Guobao, like a monkey, jumped on him, “Dad! I missed you so much!”
Yang Guobao, who used to be sickly, was never this lively or energetic.
Yang Changzheng was stunned, “Guobao, you?”
Yang Guobao excitedly said: “Dad, I’m better! No one will call me sickly again!”
“Really better?” Yang Changzheng tilted his head to look at Wang Meifeng.
Wang Meifeng nodded.
Yang Changzheng shouted excitedly, hugging Yang Guobao and running toward the house, “Mom! Mom! Guobao is better! Guobao is better!”
Zhou Suhua stood up inside the house, her eyes filled with tears.
Better?
Is her great-grandson really better?
“Mom! Guobao is better!” Yang Changzheng, holding Yang Guobao, rushed into the house and stood in front of Zhou Suhua.
Zhou Suhua croaked out, “Is he…really better?”
“Grandma, I really am better!” Yang Changzheng slapped his chest: “Look at how strong I am, like a little calf!”
Three months had passed, and Yang Guobao had not only grown taller, but he also got stronger, no longer skinny and frail like before.
Zhou Suhua stretched out her hands, her voice trembling, “Come, let grandmother hug you!”
Yang Guobao reached out and threw himself into his grandmother’s arms.
Yang Guobao used to weigh only 30 pounds at seven years old, light as a feather when lifting him, but now he was heavy.
Wang Meifeng said from the side: “Mom, don’t worry, Guobao is really better. He hasn’t had an episode for over two months while staying at my mom’s house, and Ni Yang also checked him and said that Guobao will have a healthy body just like a normal child in the future.”
Could such a young girl really be that capable?
Zhou Suhua was still a little uneasy, “We should take Guobao to Doctor Wang for a check-up.”
What if that girl had used some forbidden drugs to create the illusion that Yang Guobao was temporarily okay?
Wang Meifeng knew her mother-in-law’s temperament and what she was worried about. Ni Yang was indeed competent, and they were not afraid of getting checked again.
“Mom, if you’re not at ease, let’s go to Doctor Wang.”
Zhou Suhua held Yang Guobao and said, “Let’s go now!”
Yang Changzheng found the car keys, and the family of four hurriedly left the house.
The car was fast, and they quickly arrived at Doctor Wang’s private clinic.
Since it was the afternoon, there were not many people at Doctor Wang’s place.
Seeing Wang Meifeng and Zhou Suhua come in, Doctor Wang stroked his small goatee, helplessly saying: “I have already told you, epilepsy has no cure. It can only be alleviated. Why are you here again? Isn’t this a waste of time?”
From ancient times to the present, there has never been a case of an epilepsy patient fully recovering.
Upon hearing his words, Zhou Suhua’s heart sank. She was even more convinced that Ni Yan had fed a banned drug to Yang Guobao.
“Wang Meifeng! If something bad happens to my grandson today, I won’t let you get away with it!”
Yang Guobao hugged Zhou Suhua’s neck, “Grandma, you can’t yell at mom like this! I’m really better!”
Doctor Wang sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Wang Meifeng wasn’t angry and instead smiled: “There’s always someone better out there, Doctor Wang. Just because you couldn’t cure the disease doesn’t mean others can’t.”
Doctor Wang was thoroughly infuriated, “Ridiculous! My grandfather was once an imperial physician. Imperial physicians are the ones who treated the emperor! If my grandfather couldn’t cure epilepsy, could a country bumpkin do it?”
Wang Meifeng said with a smile: “Just because of these conservative people, the Qing dynasty ended up collapsing! If your grandfather had been a little more modest, perhaps you would still be an imperial physician.”
Doctor Wang was so angry that his beard was bristling, “Nonsense!”