His face was a little pale, but a faint smile lingered on his lips.
"Grandpa Yang, get some rest first. We'll talk once the test results come back."
Yang Weiguo looked at him, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Young man, thank you."
Chen Hao shook his head and went to sit off to the side.
Yang Wanqing rushed over and hugged him, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "Chen Hao! Thank you! Thank you!"
Chen Hao patted her back without a word.
Chen Siyao's eyes reddened too, but she didn't cry. She simply walked over and silently took her brother's hand.
His hand was cold.
Her heart ached—her brother always made everything look effortless, but this had clearly taken a great deal out of him.
An hour passed.
Doctor Zhao rushed in with the test results, his hands trembling.
"The cancer cells... they're gone."
His voice was hoarse, as though someone had him by the throat.
"They've all disappeared. Not a single one left. Both the CT and MRI results confirm it. This is impossible... absolutely impossible..."
He stared at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with shock, awe, and profound bewilderment.
"You... what exactly did you do?"
Chen Hao stood up and said calmly, "The Zhu You Healing Art."
He turned and left the ward.
Doctor Zhao stood rooted to the spot, watching him leave and murmuring, "The Zhu You Healing Art... what is that?"
Yang Wanqing and Chen Siyao exchanged a glance and smiled.
Doctor Zhao remained frozen in place, crumpling the test report in his grip.
He had worked as an oncologist for over twenty years and had watched countless patients go from diagnosis to death. He had seen far too many cases of terminal Brain Cancer that had spread throughout the brain. Even in the best