Grandma Qiao stood to the side, observing Qiao Sifan with a nervous expression on her face, "Lili, how is Niannian doing?"
"All is well," Mu Qingli smiled and looked up, "Niannian's recovery has been good, and he can stop taking his medication."
Hearing this, Grandma Qiao's face was filled with astonishment, "Lili, are you serious?" She had just seen Qiao Sifan fall asleep so quickly and thought his condition was very poor.
"Indeed," Mu Qingli nodded.
Since a child's resistance is usually much better than an adult's, Qiao Sifan's physical condition was within Mu Qingli's expectations.
"Lili, you don't know how grateful I am," Grandma Qiao held Mu Qingli's hands with teary eyes.
Grandma Qiao had never believed in miracles before.
Until.
She met Mu Qingli.
For the Qiao Family.
Mu Qingli was the miracle.