"Honey, what is this? It tastes like I've taken marijuana!"
Mrs. Allen's words made Ye Qingqing both laugh and cry, but it was no wonder she misunderstood. In some European countries, it was not unusual to use marijuana. Almost all young men and women had experience using this stuff, and as long as they used it in small amounts, they would not become addicted.
Taking marijuana produces a brief period of excitement and pleasure, somewhat similar to Ye Qingqing's pills, but there are fundamental differences.
"Of course it's not 'big ma' (a type of traditional Chinese medicine), that stuff will damage your nerves. Mine won't, it's even good for your health." Ye Qingqing explained simply. Explaining it in detail to foreigners wouldn't be of any use; they couldn't understand the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine.
Mrs. Allen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite. "I've heard my mother say that her sister-in-law is very capable. She runs a hospital that provides free medical care for the poor. She's very impressive."
"Yes, she is indeed very capable, like an angel," Ye Qingqing said with a smile.
Eager to know Sang Wanhua's condition, she exchanged a few pleasantries and then asked, "What illness does my aunt, that is, your mother, have? What did the doctor say?"
Mrs. Allen sighed, her expression sorrowful. "My mother has late-stage brain cancer. She has already had surgery, but her recovery is not going well. I don't know how much longer she can hold on."
Although Ye Qingqing had expected this, she was still very sad. The cure rate for brain cancer is not high. With Mrs. Allen's wealth, the medical team she hired for Sang Wanhua must have been top-notch. It seems that Sang Wanhua's condition is more serious than she imagined!
But we still can't give up.
If the old lady could pull through, Sang Wanhua might be able to too.
"Is it being treated conservatively now? How much longer did the doctor say?" Ye Qingqing asked.
"Yes, the doctor said there's no need for further surgery. They'll proceed with conservative treatment and I have three to six months, maybe even less," Mrs. Allen sighed.
Ye Qingqing frowned. She didn't know the details of Sang Wanhua's condition and couldn't make a decision, but since Mrs. Allen's medical team had already given up, then—
"Please let me treat her. I can't guarantee anything, but I will do my best," Ye Qingqing said sincerely.
"Ye, I hired the world's top medical team, and they all said there's no hope. Treatment will only make my mother suffer more," Mrs. Allen said tactfully.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Ye Qingqing, but one was a mature medical team with many successful cases of curing cancer, while the other was just a young girl, so she naturally trusted the former.
Her mother had suffered so much pain, and now she only hoped that her mother could spend her final days peacefully and happily, and she would try her best to fulfill her wishes.
Lu Mo said, "Madam, Qingqing has a precedent of curing patients with advanced cancer, namely your mother's sister-in-law. She had advanced stomach cancer and her condition was very bad, but now the cancer cells have stabilized."
"Really? Ye, can you really cure my mother?" Mrs. Allen excitedly grabbed Ye Qingqing's hand, leaving several red marks.
“I can’t guarantee it, but I will do my best, Madam. Since your doctor has already given up, why don’t you let me try? My treatment method will only alleviate the pain, not increase it,” Ye Qingqing tried to persuade her.
“Mom…let Ye give it a try, I believe in her,” Roger also advised.
Mrs. Allen bit her lip and finally nodded in agreement. "I need to discuss it with my mother first. As long as she agrees, I have no objections. I also have something else to discuss with her. My mother wants to meet her sister-in-law. Can you arrange that?"
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