"That's all it took?"
That was what everyone in the hospital room was thinking right then.
A bowl of Radish Soup solved problems that imported drugs and expensive medicinal ingredients couldn't, and it accomplished what those famous experts couldn't.
Now, the truth was right before their eyes. Although Lan Changhua's complexion was terrible, and his sunken eye sockets were particularly distressing to look at, he was awake, and his bowels had moved. Everything else was just a minor issue.
So, the treatment was just that simple.
Lying back on the hospital bed, Lan Changhua asked softly, "Has Xiao Du arrived?"
A wave of awkwardness washed over everyone present; they currently couldn't find Du Heng.
They all knew that Du Heng was upset.
Seeing his father's improvement, Director Lan felt both excited and deeply guilty. He leaned forward, about to admit his mistake to his father.
