The test results are very optimistic; the illness has been contained, and Nanrong Yong's body has basically returned to normal. This result allowed Ling Chen and the others to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Old man, how are you feeling?" Ling Chen asked with a smile.
"I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time." Nanrong Yong stretched lazily and, with Ling Chen's help, took a couple of steps. On the balcony, Nanrong Yong looked at the clear sky and slowly exhaled a breath.
"Ling Chen, thank you, you saved me once again." Nanrong Yong was a sensible person, knowing that his illness had stumped even the doctors and professors, yet that mysterious middle-aged man had merely injected him with a mysterious drug, and his body had immediately recovered to its original state, proving the extraordinary nature of the drug. Without Ling Chen's help, it would have been impossible for him to receive such advanced medication.
