The girl was wearing a large sterile gown. Hearing this, she silently took off her gloves and threw them into a medical trash can.
Her raven-black eyelashes drooped slightly as she restrained her aura.
Everyone couldn't take their eyes off her.
Third Aunt reacted and said in a panic, "That's right, aren't you a Miracle Doctor? They have no way. What about you? You should have a way!"
Could it be that she was called a Miracle Doctor for nothing?’
She was going to say that.
Before she could say anything, a sharp gaze swept over her. She stopped abruptly, her old face turning red.
Qiao Nian retracted her gaze and slowly took off her sterile clothes and threw them into the trash can. Then, she said in a hoarse voice, "Your grandfather's condition is similar to what Dr. Song said. He needs specific targeted medicine. That medicine isn't sold on the market..."
Even she said that. Xu Jishen felt despair for the first time. "Is there no other way to save my grandfather..."
Qiao Nian glanced at him, her dark eyes shining. "There is."
Her words lifted everyone's heart.
"There is?" Xu Jishen was a little stunned. For a moment, he wondered if he had heard wrongly.
The rest of the Su family laughed and cried. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All of them stared at the girl anxiously.
Su Huaiyuan's attending physician was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Qiao Nian and hesitated. "Miss Qiao, that medicine..."
The disease of the immune system was very complicated. Otherwise, the medical world would not have failed to produce good results even after studying it for hundreds of years.
All they could research now was targeted drugs.
For example, if a patient had a certain type of immune disease, a special medicine for this immune disease would be developed. That was why it was called "targeted" medicine.
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