"I know a lot of people, just a phone call will do." Nan Mufeng blinked, pinched Jian Xi's little nose, "What are you thinking about again?"
Jian Xi hesitated for a moment and said, "Third Brother said you haven't retired."
Nan Mufeng's heart skipped a beat: "When?"
"When you were in Lannie State."
Just as Nan Mufeng was flustered, Qiao Yonghui chimed in: "Is Third Brother the person treating your mother's illness?"
His eyes were exceptionally bright, shining like stars.
"Yes." Jian Xi nodded.
"Then isn't he very skilled in medicine? Can cancer be treated?"
Jian Xi assumed Qiao Yonghui wanted to treat Jian Qing's illness, so she said, "It's not possible, cancer is a difficult problem to overcome in the world, my uncle's cancer cells have already spread."
"Oh..." Qiao Yonghui was visibly disappointed, thought for a while, and then asked, "What if it's before it spreads?"
