After Zhang Xiuli had left, Yang Xiaoya suddenly asked, "Do you really have a way to treat Yingying's sickness, or were you just comforting Auntie Zhang?"
Wang Xinying's illness was considered terminal, and numerous well-known experts had pronounced it a death sentence. It was understandable if Yin Xiaofan couldn't cure it. Seeing how agitated Zhang Xiuli had been, a benevolent lie was forgiveable to calm her emotions.
"It's not just comforting, I do have a way, but it's not entirely certain," Yin Xiaofan said.
"What? You really have a way? What is it? Quickly tell me!" Yang Xiaoya hadn't expected Yin Xiaofan's words to be anything more than comforting, and now that he seemed to have a real solution, she grew excited and pressed him for answers.
"I've said it, but will you understand?" Yin Xiaofan glanced at Yang Xiaoya, saying this with a laugh.