It's been over a week now.
Hu Yaoyuan had already forgotten about it, but today Song Zhao suddenly called and opened with the news that Lu Jiu cured breast cancer.
Not being dumbfounded was impossible.
"Old Song, what are you playing at?"
Song Zhao knew this was hard to believe, but with the data right in front of him, he had no choice but to believe it.
"Of the two patients I mentioned to you last time, one family also knew this Lu Jiu. After you told me about this, coincidentally, they wanted to try Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I couldn't stop them, so I agreed."
"After a week, they came over for a check-up, and the lump had shrunk. The immunohistochemistry results showed lower ER and PR values, which means the girl's cancer cells not only got controlled—they decreased."
"Honestly, the moment I saw these results, I was unwilling to believe it, but my profession tells me there's no mistake in the data."
