Chapitre 32: 031: Prescription_1

Yang Guobao's epilepsy had been with him since he was in the womb.

Over the years, they had visited countless hospitals, big and small, even trying various folk remedies, but Yang Guobao's condition had not improved at all; in fact, it had become even more severe.

The frequency of his episodes had also increased.

Even senior international experts had stated that this condition could only be managed, not cured.

Upon hearing that someone claimed to be able to cure her son's epilepsy, Wang Meifeng was naturally overjoyed.

Seeing her daughter like this, the aunt gently reminded her, "Meifeng, don't get your hopes up too high. That girl is only seventeen years old."

The greater the hope,

the greater the disappointment.

Hearing this, Wang Meifeng's eyes dimmed slightly with hope, then she said, "Mom, regardless, I want to give it a try."

The aunt sighed helplessly.

"Alright, let's go have a look then."