Zeng Xinyi's Hope

Zeng Xinyi's Hope

Zeng Xinyi heard this and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Three more years of life! Grandpa, Chinese medicine really is amazing. Those Western doctors all said I wouldn't live another six months. But I kept believing that as long as you believe in miracles, they'll happen. Look, the miracle really did happen."

At that moment, Zeng Xinyi's parents seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

The two of them immediately tried to kneel before the old Chinese doctor. "Sir, how can we get the real medicine?"

But the old Chinese doctor shook his head with a sigh. "It's basically impossible."

Everyone's hearts sank once more.

Then the female Chinese doctor said, "Grandpa, didn't you say before that if we absolutely had to get the real medicinal herbs, there was still a way?"

The old Chinese doctor sighed again. "There is a way, but I'd have to go back to China and travel all over the country to collect the herbs myself. Some of them, I'd even have to go into the mountains and dig up myself. Do you think my old bones can take that kind of strain now?"

Old Zhang, standing nearby, waved a hand. "You old bald donkey, you eat well and sleep well every day. When you've got nothing else to do, you even go to the park to shoot hoops. And you're telling me your body can't handle a little travel? If it comes to it, I'll go with you. I can carry you up the mountain. Just tell me where the herbs are and how to dig them up. I haven't been back to China in years anyway. It'll be a good chance to look around."

The old Chinese doctor glared at Old Zhang. "It's not as simple as going back,