The two sisters-in-law hugged each other and cried for a long time. Sang Wanhua stopped first, wiped away her tears and said, "Heaven has been kind to me. It's good that I can see you again before I die."
The old lady glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about? I also had late-stage stomach cancer. The doctors said I wouldn't last a year, but look at me now, I'm perfectly fine. Let Qing'er treat you, that girl's medical skills are excellent!"
Looking at the radiant old lady, who was full of energy and had thick hair, Sang Wanhua felt a little more confident. However, she still couldn't believe it. "Could it be that you misdiagnosed her? Is it actually not cancer?"
"How could that be? Huaiyuan took me to several hospitals, and the results were all the same: late stage, the cancer cells had spread. Qingya gave me acupuncture and medicine, and now the cancer cells are behaving themselves and decreasing. Maybe they'll be gone in a few years." The old lady was very optimistic. She felt that she could live at least another ten years, which would be enough.
Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "Give me a chance, and my treatment will definitely not make you feel uncomfortable. It will combine acupuncture and medication with dietary therapy."
The old lady nodded vigorously, "Yes, that's how I was treated. It wasn't painful at all. I never want to try chemotherapy again. You can stay at home and you'll definitely get better."
Sang Wanhua felt more confident and nodded with a smile, "Okay!"
Anyway, she doesn't plan to go back to Europe this time; even if she dies, she wants to die in her homeland.
"Madam, it's time for your medicine," a nurse whispered as she approached, carrying the medicine and a glass of water.
Sang Wanhua looked somewhat resistant. She really didn't want to take these medicines anymore. Although they were more comfortable than chemotherapy, her stomach was very uncomfortable, and she felt like vomiting no matter what she ate. Since she got sick, she hadn't been able to enjoy food properly for a long time.
"Can I skip this meal? I want to enjoy a proper meal of my hometown food today," Sang Wanhua requested.
The nurses didn't dare make the decision themselves, so they went to ask the attending physician, a blond, blue-eyed male doctor, about thirty or forty years old, named Bruno, who was also the captain of the medical team. He was tall, strong, and quite handsome.
"Madam, you must take your medicine, or you will suffer from an unbearable headache," Dr. Bruno said seriously.
Sang Wanhua sighed, took the medicine, and swallowed it all in one gulp.
Dr. Bruno smiled and glanced at Ye Qingqing. He knew this pretty young girl; Mrs. Allen had told him about her. He was also very curious about how Ye Qingqing would treat Sang Wanhua. China was a mysterious ancient country in the East, with amazing ancient medical techniques. Dr. Bruno had always been very curious about traditional Chinese medicine.
Because he really found it strange that so many strange animal carcasses, even feces, could cure diseases.
That's incredible!
Sang Wanhua settled into the Sang residence, accompanied by Mrs. Allen and a medical team. Fortunately, the Sang residence was large enough to accommodate so many people.
Since Aunt Xu's cooking wasn't enough, she made her best dish, oil-splashed noodles. She and Xiao Li ate noodles for 300 days a year and rarely ate rice, so Aunt Xu was good at making noodles but not at cooking other dishes.
"It's so delicious, so amazing, so incredible!"
Aunt Xu's oil-splashed noodles received praise from Dr. Bruno and others. These people genuinely loved the food, and although it was so spicy that their eyes were filled with tears, they still ate every last drop.
Sang Wanhua only ate a few bites, then pressed her hand against her stomach, her face turning even more pale. Ye Qingqing noticed this and said, "Auntie, let me give you a massage!"
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