Nanxiang City Hospital.
Group Leader Qi and several secretaries were in the dean's office, their expressions slightly solemn, as if waiting for something.
Before long, the door to the office was pushed open.
An elder wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat walked into the office.
"Dean Wang, how are the test results?"
Group Leader Qi and others immediately stood up, eagerly inquiring.
Upon hearing this, Dean Wang looked up at the few people and replied in a deep voice: "Everything is normal!"
"According to the test results, Mr. Zheng Qingfeng's body is very healthy."
"It really is an Immortal Pill!"
Group Leader Qi couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"What Immortal Pill?"
Dean Wang frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"Nothing!"
Group Leader Qi chuckled and didn't answer directly, instead continued to ask: "Dean Wang, if I say that Zheng Qingfeng was in the late stage of leukemia a few months ago, would you believe it?"
"Late-stage leukemia? How is that possible?"
