Her second sister-in-law, Yin Yaling, was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine herself. Seeing Shanshan frown in deep thought, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
'This child... I believe she knows a thing or two.'
'But to say she could diagnose a serious illness?'
Logically, it seemed impossible, yet emotionally, she couldn't help but believe her a little.
After all, Shanshan had once accurately pointed out the old, lingering injuries inside her husband—problems that even Western medical instruments couldn't detect.
Thinking back on it, it was all too coincidental.
Yin Yaling pulled back her hand and silently lowered her head to continue sorting vegetables, but a seed of doubt had already been quietly planted in her heart.
"Shanshan, can you tell your Second Aunt? Your three uncles... what's really wrong with them?"
Shanshan blinked her big, watery eyes.
Her small face tilted up, looking slightly bewildered.
"I don't know. It feels like they aren't sick..."
