"Boss, I heard that your Heng Ai Medicine is incredibly powerful, and can even cure cancer. Does your company have any way to treat Suji's illness? Please, I'm begging you."
Faced with Daphne's request, Jiang Siming shook his head regretfully and said, "Our company hasn't researched this illness at all, so we don't have a way to treat it for now."
Hearing this, the two women fell into even deeper despair.
Fortunately, Jiang Siming spoke again, giving them a glimmer of hope.
"But don't lose heart. I said for now, not that it's absolutely incurable."
Daphne and Suji hurriedly looked up at Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming said calmly, "This illness doesn't erupt all at once. It's a chronic disease, so as long as it's controlled properly, it can be delayed for a long time. I'll use this time to do my best to find a way to treat it."
"Moreover, Western medicine is helpless against it, but traditional Chinese medicine is different. The traditional Chinese medicine community has a nourishing prescription that's very beneficial to the intestines and stomach. Although it can't cure your illness, it should allow your digestive system to recover gradually. At the very least, it can extend the time before your condition worsens as much as possible."
At the end, Jiang Siming smiled at Suji and said, "But the prerequisite is that you can endure drinking Chinese medicine. It's very bitter."
"I can! I can do it!" Suji hurriedly nodded.
Compared to her condition worsening, what did drinking Chinese medicine matter?
"That's good. Come to Heng Ai Hospital tomorrow. I'll prescribe the medicine for you first, and I'll have it prepared and packed into small packets. After you refrigerate them, just take them on schedule," Jiang Siming said.
"Can we do it now?" Suji asked timidly.