The elderly Ji matriarch rushed out of the house, brimming with excitement, followed closely by an equally thrilled Wang Dongxue.
"Second Son, tell me, is what you just said true? Can your elder brother's leg truly be healed?"
When Ji Youran didn't answer after a good while, the elderly Ji matriarch couldn't help but ask again.
Ji Youran gently nodded. His heart was pounding with anxiety. He'd actually had the idea for this medicinal formula ever since he acquired that carrot-sized ginseng root. He had only figured out the specific usage and dosage during his recent days in confinement. Strangely enough, just as he'd worked out the feasibility of the formula, his mother had graciously released him.
"Second Uncle, can your Big Brother's leg truly be saved?" Wang Dongxue's voice trembled.
Ji Youran looked at Wang Dongxue and all his relatives staring at him expectantly, and the panic in his heart grew even more.
