Could drinking tea cure late-stage cancer?
Who would believe such a thing?
Still, someone couldn't help asking, "Chunhe, did drinking tea really cure your late-stage cancer?"
Zhao Chunhe nodded firmly. "Yes, tea really did cure it. At first, I couldn't believe it myself, but this tea was cultivated by Qinglin Laboratory."
At that, the villagers around them burst into excited chatter.
"It's Qinglin Laboratory!"
"If the tea was cultivated by Qinglin Laboratory, then it really might be possible."
"Has Qinglin Laboratory cultivated another miraculous kind of tea?"
At the mention of Qinglin Laboratory, everyone grew interested.
Most of them made their living growing melons for Qinglin Laboratory, especially Three-Colored Watermelons, which had helped them earn even more money that day.
So they paid close attention to Qinglin Laboratory and knew that it had developed many products that caused quite a stir.
That was something they were proud of, too.
For one thing, Qinglin Laboratory was in You City.
For another, they could proudly tell people that they worked for Qinglin Laboratory, or simply claim to be its employees.
After all, they really did grow melons for Qinglin Laboratory, and it was Qinglin Laboratory that paid them.
It was like how many people employed by Alibaba's outsourcing companies—whose only connection to Alibaba was a tenuous one—would still call themselves Alibaba employees.
After all, for most people, it was something that made others look at them with admiration.
As though being an Alibaba employee brought them some great honor.
Clearly, Qinglin Laboratory now had a similar status.
"Chunhe, are you really completely cured of your cancer?"
"Of course. I even have the medical reports."
As he spoke, Zhao Chunhe took out his test results, along with some scans.
The figures clearly showed the size of the malignant tumor at first. After that,