"Wait until you come back alive, then we'll discuss this problem. If you don't make it off the operating table, I'll drown the narcissus."
Teng Daye shook his head, this little girl really is...
He looked at the essential oil bottle in his hand, "Is this thing really effective?"
Qian seemed to hear his doubt, turned around, "Sometimes faith can be effective against illness. When you feel like you can't hold on, just think about your daughter. Treat the essential oil I gave you as a miracle drug, you'll definitely come back safely."
Whether it can kill cancer cells, she doesn't know. But she has used this kind of suggestion method to extend the lives of many people with terminal illness. Never underestimate the power of faith, though Qian knows that ten bottles of essential oil can't match the impact of narcissus on Teng Daye.
That is what supports his faith.
Qian has been preoccupied these past few days, thinking about an important issue regarding her and Yu Minglang.
