Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 139

139 o8o: Making skincare products, door-to-door gratitude_2

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A Divine Doctor?

Could it be that Yang Guobao is really fine now?

But on the other hand, where in the world are there so many divine doctors?

Even Doctor Wang, the imperial physician, does not dare to call himself a divine doctor.

It must be Wang Meifeng trying to find a way to get herself in!

“Mom,” Yang Changzheng looked at Zhou Suhua again, “Can I go open the door now? It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“Go ahead,” Zhou Suhua continued: “But it’s not because of Wang Meifeng. I’m only opening the door because of my great-grandson! And let me tell you this, if Wang Meifeng doesn’t apologize for what she did to my great-grandson, I won’t let her off the hook.”

“Alright, alright!” Grateful as if he just received a pardon, Yang Changzheng ran out to open the door.

As soon as Yang Changzheng opened the gate, Yang Guobao, like a monkey, jumped on him, “Dad! I missed you so much!”

Yang Guobao, who used to be sickly, was never this lively or energetic.

Yang Changzheng was stunned, “Guobao, you?”

Yang Guobao excitedly said: “Dad, I’m better! No one will call me sickly again!”

“Really better?” Yang Changzheng tilted his head to look at Wang Meifeng.

Wang Meifeng nodded.

Yang Changzheng shouted excitedly, hugging Yang Guobao and running toward the house, “Mom! Mom! Guobao is better! Guobao is better!”

Zhou Suhua stood up inside the house, her eyes filled with tears.

Better?

Is her great-grandson really better?

“Mom! Guobao is better!” Yang Changzheng, holding Yang Guobao, rushed into the house and stood in front of Zhou Suhua.

Zhou Suhua croaked out, “Is he…really better?”

“Grandma, I really am better!” Yang Changzheng slapped his chest: “Look at how strong I am, like a little calf!”

Since it was the afternoon, there were not many people at Doctor Wang’s place.

Seeing Wang Meifeng and Zhou Suhua come in, Doctor Wang stroked his small goatee, helplessly saying: “I have already told you, epilepsy has no cure. It can only be alleviated. Why are you here again? Isn’t this a waste of time?”

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a case of an epilepsy patient fully recovering.

Upon hearing his words, Zhou Suhua’s heart sank. She was even more convinced that Ni Yan had fed a banned drug to Yang Guobao.

“Wang Meifeng! If something bad happens to my grandson today, I won’t let you get away with it!”

Yang Guobao hugged Zhou Suhua’s neck, “Grandma, you can’t yell at mom like this! I’m really better!”

Doctor Wang sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Wang Meifeng wasn’t angry and instead smiled: “There’s always someone better out there, Doctor Wang. Just because you couldn’t cure the disease doesn’t mean others can’t.”

Doctor Wang was thoroughly infuriated, “Ridiculous! My grandfather was once an imperial physician. Imperial physicians are the ones who treated the emperor! If my grandfather couldn’t cure epilepsy, could a country bumpkin do it?”

Wang Meifeng said with a smile: “Just because of these conservative people, the Qing dynasty ended up collapsing! If your grandfather had been a little more modest, perhaps you would still be an imperial physician.”

Doctor Wang was so angry that his beard was bristling, “Nonsense!”