Qin Xi didn't even look at the number on the check. As she ate, she said, "Uncle Xia, your illness is just temporarily suppressed. If you want to fully recover, you still need another session of acupuncture!"
Xia Zhenguo's expression changed drastically and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Did you say I can recover?"
It had to be noted that he had cerebral infarction. Other than craniotomy, this kind of disease could only be controlled by drugs. There was no way to cure it at all. Moreover, it was like a time bomb, threatening to take away his life at any time.
Now that Qin Xi said that it could be cured, he was wild with joy and anticipation.
Xia Tangxin stood up excitedly. "Xi, is what you said true? Can my father really be cured?"
Then, she muttered worriedly, "But didn't they say that this illness can't be cured?"