"What you mean is, if you were present when it flared up, this illness would be easy to treat?"
Before Yang Xiaohua could speak, Qiao Na asked first.
"Heh heh, Qiao..."
At that point, Ye Yuan suddenly stopped.
He had originally wanted to say that if she were present, she could treat it too.
But he immediately realized something.
Qiao Na did indeed possess Mental Power.
But Qiao Na did not have a storage space.
If it were Qiao Na, she could see what was going on inside the patient's body.
But she could not, like him, directly put the blood clot blocking the vessel into her storage space.
So Qiao Na's ability was only suited for examination; she had no way to solve the problem.
That was why Ye Yuan had suddenly stopped talking.
But Qiao Na interpreted those words differently.
She thought Ye Yuan had wanted to call her Aunt Qiao, then remembered the way she had introduced herself earlier.
That was why he had suddenly gotten stuck on that word.
For some reason, Qiao Na even felt a trace of delight.
But Yang Xiaohua was anxious at that moment.
When Ye Yuan had first said it could be treated, the old professor had been overjoyed.
But now he said it would take time.
And time was a vague concept.
One month was time.
One year was also time.
Wasn't an entire lifetime still time?
"About how long will it take?"
The old professor asked nervously.
He was afraid that one careless word might anger the young man before him.
Ye Yuan pondered for a moment before giving his answer.
"Three months!"
Hearing that it would only take three months, Yang Xiaohua finally let out a huge breath.
He had cared for his mother for five years. Three