Beibei still had that cute, beaming smile that made people want to peck her on the cheek.
Ling Yun nodded and said, "The effect is good. If she takes her medicine on time from now on, she will recover completely."
Beibei's Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were indeed formidable, but her mastery wasn't quite at the ultimate level yet and still lacked some seasoning; she could use traditional Chinese medicine as a supplement in the days to come.
"Uncle Li, do you still remember what happened before?"
"Where is this? How could this old fellow be here?"
This old man Li didn't directly answer Song Yili's question, his mind filled with nothing but bewilderment.
"This is Young Master Ling's villa. Your illness is already cured."
"What... cured?"
Old man Li only just remembered that he used to have senile dementia coupled with delusions, and later got sent to a psychiatric hospital.
Now that Song Yili was telling him his illness was cured, how could he not be shocked!
"You heard what was just said, right? Take your medicine on time, and there won't be any problems."
Song Yili gradually recovered from her excitement as well; a child who could casually refine medicinal pills probably didn't find curing a mental illness to be a big deal after all.
However!
After deep consideration of these words, old man Li simply didn't believe them!
Cured?
Them?
A young man, a young woman, and a child?
Would he be that foolish? His condition was a mental illness after all; it was impossible to cure.
The only possibility was that the heavens had taken pity on him, letting him achieve a sudden great awakening on this day and return to his pristine simplicity—what did these people have to do with it?
"Little Song, let's go."
Leaving