Old Mrs. An still couldn't wrap her head around it. 'I was clearly thinking of the bigger picture, trying to appease everyone. How did it all turn out like this?'
Mr. Gong examined the Purple Danshen closely, stroking it gently as if it were a rare treasure. He murmured, "Good, good. This is truly wonderful."
Then, Mr. Gong said excitedly to An Zhihan, "Zhi Han, your legs can definitely recover."
Hearing Mr. Gong's words, not only were An Zhihan and the others thrilled, but even Old Mrs. An's heart raced with excitement. 'If An Zhihan really recovers,' she thought, 'and I hand the An Family over to him, will that balance things out for him? Will it make him feel some sense of belonging to the family?'
'As for my eldest and second son's families, I've already considered them. I certainly won't let them be disadvantaged.'
'Perhaps, if An Zhihan recovers, I can still balance the entire An Family.'
