"Yes, it's just that the herbs required are somewhat troublesome," Chen Fei said, furrowing his brows.
"What? Daoist Chen, you can really cure my illness?" Elder Dong was instantly ecstatic. "Don't worry about the herbs. My son and youngest daughter should both be able to help."
"That's right, Doctor Chen! My husband is Chen Yaoyang from Hong Kong," Dong Shuxian added urgently. "As long as the herbs are available on the market, whether it's the black or white market, he should be able to get them for us."
The name Chen Yaoyang might not be well-known domestically, but in Hong Kong, it was thunderous. He was the eldest son of the prestigious Chen Family and the family's current helmsman. As the wife of such an important figure, she naturally had the confidence to make this claim.
"Doctor Chen, I also have some friends in the medicinal herb business," Secretary Dong said confidently. "Just tell us what you need to treat my father, and we will find it for you as soon as possible."
