"yes!"

Gao Churou nodded. "I've been to many hospitals, including the most famous ones in the country, but all the doctors there said that my illness is incurable and can only be controlled with medication."

"Actually, your illness is curable..."

Feng Guangrong immediately retorted, but before he could finish speaking, he seemed to remember something, and his excited expression instantly wilted, and he didn't continue speaking.

"Uncle, do you think my illness can be cured?" Gao Churou asked.

Wang Qian listened with curiosity.

but,

He was somewhat disappointed when he heard what Feng Guangrong said next.

"Since you've already been to the hospital for a checkup, then it seems the only thing that can control it is medication. Just pretend I didn't say anything," Feng Guangrong said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Gao Churou frowned slightly.

But they didn't ask any further questions.

No one knows her illness better than she does.

She came from a well-off family. Whenever she got sick, her parents would take her to the best hospitals and find the best doctors for examination.

In particular, she had her tuberculosis checked at the most famous hospital in the country, but the results were exactly the same.

There is no cure; the condition can only be controlled with medication.

This old Chinese medicine doctor named Feng Guangrong doesn't even have a medical license, so how could he possibly cure the disease?

What I said just now was probably just nonsense.

After all, many people around her said that traditional Chinese medicine is basically a scam.

Many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, in particular, have low levels of education but boast about their medical skills to the skies.

This is done simply to lure more people into being scammed.

Therefore, her politeness towards Feng Guangrong was merely out of respect for the elderly and for Wang Qian.

Otherwise, she, like her parents, would always have looked down on traditional Chinese medicine.