The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Su Yayan didn't answer, but looked at Dou Tianyi, raised her eyebrows, and smiled lightly: "Mr. Dou has so much foreshadowing, just want me to make you a few medicated meals to improve your condition?"

"Not to improve the condition."

"Not to improve the condition?"

"It is cured."

Su Yayan's face suddenly sank, as if he had heard some big joke: "Mr. Dou was joking, not to mention that I have nothing to do with Mr. Dou, and I have not yet agreed to help you. Even if I really help, I can't give you such a favor. An unrealistic guarantee. You must know that no matter how respectful doctors are, there is no way to guarantee that they can cure all diseases themselves."

Dou Tianyi did not argue with her about this, but talked about another thing: "I heard that Miss Su's husband was paralyzed by an accident for nearly ten years."

The word "paralyzed" was really stuck on Su Yayan's inverse scales, making her face more than one black in an instant!

Dou Tianyi seemed to have seen nothing, and continued: "But just about a year ago, he recovered, and he recovered very well, with no sequelae."

"My husband hasn't given up treatment over the years, and he will return to normal."

Su Yayan deliberately pushed Huo Chenhuan's recovery credit to several attending doctors who have been treating Huo Chenhuan over the years.

Dou Tianyi couldn't do what she wanted: "Just like Miss Su just said, some diseases can't be cured by doctors."

"The reason why the disease is not good is that the technology is immature, and medicine is constantly progressing and developing. What can't be cured before does not mean that the future can't be cured.

"According to Miss Su, my illness will be cured sooner or later, won't it?"

Su Yayan gave him a perfunctory smirk: "You also said that sooner or later there will be a day, and who can tell whether it is early or late? Anyway, I can't tell."

In a few hundred years, blood diseases like Dou Tianyi may really be cured, just like cancer, which was once thought to be terminally ill, but now has no special medicine been developed?

It’s just that people’s research needs to be studied for hundreds of years. How many years can you live? At that time, you don't know how many lives have passed since reincarnation, and whether you can cure your illnesses in this life?

When Dou Tianyi heard her say this, the light in her eyes dimmed a lot, but quickly returned to the original shape. It seemed that she had been used to such disappointment a long time ago.

"I know this is a bit difficult, but I hope Miss Su can help me, whether it is to alleviate my condition or help me cure it someday in the future."

This feeling of surrendering his life to someone else's hands once made Dou Tianyi abhorrent.

But destiny sometimes loves to make fun of people so much, and the things that are most afraid of the most annoying are often the most unavoidable, and in the end, you can only compromise.

"In exchange, I am willing to do my best to pay whatever price you need and want."

Su Yayan was not tempted by the promise he gave, and frowned: "I just said that the reason Chenhuan can recover is because he has been treating for these years. The doctors around him..."

Before Su Yayan had finished speaking, Dou Tianyi had already interrupted her first: "If it is true, as Miss Su said, after Miss Su's husband has recovered, why are these people still unnamed? Once they were judged to be impossible to recover. The disability is completely cured and there are no sequelae. This alone is enough to make the patients and their families who are paralyzed in the lower limbs of the world feel hopeless for the rest of their lives. But in fact, there is no."