"That will depend on your own performance," Song Yan Ning said and then stopped paying attention to the Lin family father and son.
"Divine Doctor, can you go get it yourself?" Lin Xingpeng didn't dare to touch the Black Green Grass anymore. The thing his family had treasured and carefully protected as a heirloom turned out to be deadly poison.
"Mm." Song Yan Ning nodded, said a few words to Guo Zhenjiang, and then left the hospital.
"Let's go see grandpa," Lin Ruibing was now most eager to know Mr. Lin's condition. If Mr. Lin was really cured as Song Yan Ning had said, then there definitely wouldn't be any problems with the poison in their bodies.
Mr. Lin opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself lying in the hospital room. He thought he had surely died this time and didn't expect to wake up again.
"Dad!"
"Grandpa!" Lin Xingpeng and Lin Ruibing pushed the door open and walked in.
