Yanjing, in the top private reception room of the Qin Family Pharmaceutical Group.
An old man leaned on a cane, occasionally tapping it, making a thud on the floor.
"Is everything you said true?" Old Master Qin squinted, turning his back to the person fawning behind him.
"I'm telling the absolute truth, that migrant worker boy actually cured my father's illness."
The middle-aged person speaking at this moment was none other than the Second Son of Ning.
"That prescription..."
"Able to cure Old Man Ning's long-standing ailments..."
Old Master Qin was also aware of Elder Ning's condition, and with his own medical skills, he honestly had no confidence.
Or rather, in Yanjing, anyone who could cure such a disease had to have completely mastered the Ye Family's Heavenly Creation Finger, or be the Ghost Doctor, who was renowned back in the day.
Apart from that, hardly anyone would dare to confidently guarantee it.
But now, someone had actually cured it.
