This old fellow looks down on traditional Chinese medicine and even strongly opposes the old leader drinking medicinal wine?
Thank goodness I didn't listen to him, otherwise things would have gone terribly wrong.
Thinking of this, Liu Changsheng couldn't help but feel annoyed and naturally didn't give him a friendly look.
The latter hurriedly and sheepishly fled the ward; he was no longer needed there.
General Yang looked at the handsome young man in front of him with surprise.
He never imagined that the person who would ultimately save him would be this young man.
"Very well, young friend Chu, this medicinal wine of yours, it's not an exaggeration to say it can bring the dead back to life, I, Yang Pengju, owe you my life!"
After hearing Ouyang Gang's account of what had happened, Grandpa Yang was visibly shocked.
He knows his own body best; he's someone experts have determined is near death.
But he was revived by a cup of medicinal wine? And the whole thing happened in less than half an hour?
Although he still can't get out of bed, he feels that his body is getting better every moment.
The effects of this medicinal wine are truly terrifying and powerful, comparable to a miraculous elixir.
After calming down.
Zhu Jianjun's gaze toward Chu Mo also became intense.
This medicinal wine is truly a wonderful thing!
General Liu Changsheng, who had previously distrusted Chu Mo the most, now had a smile on his old face that was brighter than a chrysanthemum.
"Um, Chu Mo, right? Hehe, I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before."
As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but drift towards the wine bottle in Chu Mo's hand, and she swallowed hard, her face filled with longing.
He was a lover of wine, and no one could resist such a miraculous medicinal wine.
Especially since she is an elderly person!
Chu Mo pretended not to notice his gaze and replied with a smile:
"It's nothing, General Liu, you don't need to be so polite."
After saying that, he handed the wine bottle to Yang Jian and gave him another instruction:
"The old man just woke up, so he still needs to rest more. He should have a small cup of wine before going to bed tonight. He should be able to get out of bed by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
"Okay, Mr. Chu, the Yang family will always remember your kindness. I will arrange for someone to transfer that one hundred million to you immediately."
Yang Jian carefully took the wine bottle and thanked Chu Mo profusely.
Although he still had some doubts about whether his father would be able to get out of bed tomorrow, the chances of him gradually getting better were very high.
To show his sincerity, he decided to pay immediately.
Even if Chu Mo loses the bet tomorrow, he will still help pay the 30 million.
Madam Yang stayed by the bedside, while everyone else left the ward.
The only remaining question is whether the old man will be able to get out of bed and walk around tomorrow.
Although people couldn't believe it, they still felt a glimmer of hope.
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