Kapitel 1207: How Much?

Song Zhi wiped his face. It was useless to hear that his father could live for five to six years more since his father would be unable to speak or do anything.

Fu Cheng did not take notice of Song Zhi's reaction. He simply asked. "Did your niece give Old Master Song treatment?"

Song Zhi had mentioned that Huo Yao was his niece.

Song Zhi snapped out of his thoughts. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "I hate to speak ill of anyone, but she refused to treat my father."

Fu Cheng was caught by surprise. "You mean it was not her? Is there anyone else capable of treating Old Master Song?"

Song Zhi raised his head to look at Fu Cheng. He smiled sadly. "No, she didn't. My father recovered by himself."

Fu Cheng did not think Old Master Song was capable of recovering on his own, but Song Zhi did not seem to be lying. He said, "In that case, this is considered as a medical miracle."