Tian Zhi was quite surprised, "Master means, he knows how to treat this illness?"
"That's not certain yet, but what is certain is that he definitely knows some things about this illness." Beisitian said, looking at the slightly stooped figure of Jiang Mingzhong.
This was just an intuition, although without any basis, Beisitian felt that Jiang Mingzhong definitely did not hear about this illness at the conference, but had known about it before, and possibly knew more than imagined.
"So what do we do now?" Tian Zhi was a bit excited.
Over the years, he and Wei Zhongxun had been following Beisitian around, watching those two little ones grow up. They hoped just as much that the two little buns could hold hands and sleep like ordinary sisters, without threatening each other's lives, without suffering lifelong pain due to one mishap.
So now, with some clues finally in hand, Tian Zhi especially wanted to step forward and hold Jiang Mingzhong for a good questioning.
