Su Binglan knew her third uncle and his wife were good people. Still, they were sensible yet stubborn. She said smilingly, "Of course. When you recover, you can make me a mutton dish as a consultation fee."
Su Fengzhi could tell that his niece was comforting him, so he smiled. "I will make you whatever you want to eat if I can recover."
If Su Binglan managed to cure his throat and nose, it would be like his life had begun anew.
"It's settled, then." Su Binglan nodded smilingly.
Then she proceeded to check her third uncle's pulse. Indeed, the check-up was only a minor issue.
"How is it looking?" Su Fengmao asked anxiously. He was even more nervous than the others.
Meanwhile, Madam Liu and her husband held their breaths. Everyone was nervous as their hearts were palpitating. Su Fengzhi would always feel this way whenever he went to a doctor, especially now.
