This Proves We Are Destined to Meet

At first, Su Yang had said that he could only delay his illness, but now it had directly become a cure.

Zhuang Changyun thought he had heard wrong. His breathing grew rapid as he asked, "A cure?"

"Mm-hmm, a cure."

"But Little Su, didn't you say before that you could only help delay my symptoms?"

"Well, hehe, I actually said that on purpose before. I was afraid you'd all be too surprised, so I said I could only delay it."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yong hurried forward and asked, "Little Su, may I ask you something?"

"Please don't be so formal, Uncle Zhuang. Just ask."

"If, as you say now, it can be cured, then my father..."

"Oh, I know what you want to ask. Before, I said ten or eight years, right?"

Zhuang Yong nodded excitedly.

Su Yang smiled. "If it's cured, living another fifteen or twenty years won't be a problem."

"Really...?"

"Really. But it's still too early to say all that. There's still plenty of time. Ultimately, it will depend on Grandpa Zhuang's condition in the future. If he stays in good shape, perhaps he'll live twenty years or even longer. If his condition is worse, he'll still be guaranteed another fifteen years."

"Phew." After hearing Su Yang's words, Zhuang Yong was so excited that he could no longer speak.

His face had flushed from excitement, and he kept taking deep breaths to steady his emotions.

Zhuang Changyun on the bed was no better off. Hearing that he could live another ten or twenty years, he felt as if he had been given a new lease on life.

Even though he had yet to drink the medicine.

Just as everyone was excited and elated, Old Liu hurried into the bedroom carrying a bowl and a pair of scissors.