Song Wenhao's expression turned blank for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled, "Chu Yang, stop joking around."
"How could you possibly cure my daughter's illness."
Chu Yang's face was solemn, "Wenhan, I'm not joking with you. There might be a way for me to treat your daughter's illness."
Song Wenhao's expression became much more serious, and he looked at Chu Yang with doubt, "Chu Yang, are you actually a military doctor in the army?"
Chu Yang shook his head, "Wenhan, I'm not a military doctor."
"However, my father is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and I've been diagnosing and dispensing medicines for people since I was little, so I do understand some medical principles."
"In recent years, my medical skills have improved leaps and bounds. I might truly have a way to treat your daughter's illness."
Song Wenhao still found it hard to believe, "Chu Yang, is everything you just said true? You're not deceiving me?"