Feng Huaijin didn't have time to investigate who did it; he urgently took his mother to seek treatment.
But unfortunately, all the major hospitals had no solutions, just waiting for death.
Finally, his grandfather said there was a mysterious healer on Cloud Mist Mountain.
If Western medicine has no solution, then we can only hope traditional Chinese medicine has one.
Feng Huaijin looked at the bottle in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Xiao Heng watched for a while and couldn't help but say, "Brother Qi, you've been smiling at a glass bottle for quite some time now..."
A faint blush appeared on Feng Huaijin's handsome face, his long eyelash-like butterfly wings drooping slightly. He immediately sneered, "What do you know?"
Xiao Heng: "...?"
What didn't he understand now?
The two of them immediately went down the mountain, and the private helicopter was on standby, ready to head back to Yanjing immediately.
