Gu Nianci also pouted and muttered unhappily, "He's still so domineering even when he's sick. Why should I cook? I refuse to."

Sang Wanhua snorted, "With your doughy appearance, anyone can bully you. If you don't cook, don't even think about going out with us. Look at you, so silly. If you don't come with us, you'll be sold off and still have to help count the money."

The old lady had just told her about Gu Nianci's experiences over the years. Sang Wanhua was furious and gave Gu Nianci a thorough dressing-down. Gu Nianci didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal.

"Alright, alright, there are so many people here. We can discipline her when no one's around. Be careful not to offend Nianci too much, or she might put croton in your soup," the old lady advised with a smile.

Sang Wanhua's expression changed slightly as she recalled past events. She couldn't help but glare at Gu Nianci. That time, the croton oil had given her diarrhea for a whole day. This guy seemed quiet and unassuming, but he was actually quite cunning.

Gu Nianci panicked, "How old am I to still do such a thing? Besides, she's so sick right now, if I give her some croton oil, she'll die!"

She's not someone who can't distinguish between what's important and what's not; even if she were to quit, she'd have to wait until Sang Wanhua recovered.

"At least you have some conscience." Sang Wanhua snorted, yawned, and felt sleepy after eating.

Mrs. Allen personally pushed Sang Wanhua to rest. She was very happy. Sang Wanhua slept soundly. Her mother hadn't slept well for a long time. Returning to China was the best decision she had ever made.

Ye Qingqing consulted Dr. Bruno about Sang Wanhua's condition. The cancer cells had spread throughout her body, affecting all her internal organs. It was much more serious than what happened to the old lady before, and the situation was extremely critical.

But it's still worth a try.

"I need to think carefully about treatment methods. My aunt's condition is more serious than I thought. Acupuncture and medication alone may not be enough." Ye Qingqing's expression was serious, and she was really unsure of what to do.

Sang Wanhua's situation is much more serious than Tian Tian's and the old lady's. Their methods are definitely not suitable for Sang Wanhua. Most importantly, Sang Wanhua doesn't have much time left, and she has to find a solution as soon as possible.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Even if... we won't blame you, and neither will your aunt," the old lady comforted her, noticing Ye Qingqing's unease.

"Um."

Ye Qingqing nodded. She planned to go back and read medical texts to see if she could come up with a solution. If only there were a way to kill all the cancer cells in the body without killing the healthy cells, that would be great. Unfortunately, there wasn't such a good method yet. Although chemotherapy could kill cancer cells, it would also kill healthy cells.

These past few days, Ye Qingqing has been going to the Sang residence every day to give Sang Wanhua acupuncture and massage, and has also prepared medicine to stimulate her appetite. She hasn't thought of a solution yet, but she can still get Sang Wanhua to eat more and increase her resistance.

The effect was obvious; Sang Wanhua's spirits improved significantly, and she was even able to stand up and walk a few steps on her own. However, Ye Qingqing knew that this was only temporary. If a way to kill the cancer cells could not be found, Sang Wanhua would soon collapse again.

Seeing that she was somewhat obsessed with her cultivation, Lu Mo took her to Ding Ba's place. He was too busy to talk to Ding Ba about the Gong family after they came back, so he went there to explain things.

"Take a look at this book first. It's about the massacre of the Gong family back then. The author is the granddaughter of Detective Luo Luo, so it's very likely that the descendants of the Gong family are still alive." Lu Mo handed the book to Ding Ba.

Ding Ba gets a headache as soon as he sees a book, so he throws it aside and says, "You should tell me, I read too slowly."

He didn't know the meaning of many words, so he looked them up in the dictionary as he read, estimating it would take him more than half a year to finish.