“Mr. charlie, what did you just say?”


    Hank was stunned. He turned to charlie Wade and asked in disbelief, “Did you say my illness has been cured?!”


    charlie Wade nodded. “Yes, it’s been cured. You can go back now.”


    Still in shock, Hank asked, “But when did you treat me? I don’t feel any different.”


    charlie Wade smiled. “Did you feel anything special before you became impotent?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Hank shook his head. “No, not at all. I only realized it when I took my medication that night.”<fnce49> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? find?novel</fnce49>


    Thinking back, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment charlie Wade had intervened.


    It seemed as if charlie Wade had the ability to cause impotence without anyone noticing.


    With that thought, a realization struck him—charlie Wade might have cured his pancreatic cancer the same way.


    Excited, he eximed, “Thank you, Mr. charlie! Thank you! As soon as I return to the U.S. tonight, I’ll get tested right away!”


    Steve frowned. “Why? You don’t trust Mr. charlie?”


    Hank quickly waved his hands. “No, no, that’s not it! I just want to prove those doctors wrong. They told me my disease was incurable and that my five-year survival rate was less than 10%. I want them to see for themselves that what they thought was impossible has been cured here in China!”


    charlie Wade remained calm. “You should still get tested to bepletely sure.”


    Then, he asked, “Are you leaving now orter?”


    Hank quickly replied, “Later! I’ll have my ne take off in the early hours. First, I want to have a good meal with you, Mr. charlie.”


    charlie Wade smiled and nodded. “Then let’s have Don Albert bring out the food quickly. Eat well, and head back soon so you won’t be anxious about it.”


    Hank smiled without offering an exnation or arguing.


    He understood that charlie Wade had an uncanny ability to see through people and situations. Any further exnation would be unnecessary.


    After dinner, Hank headed back to the airport.


    By then, the crew was fully prepared. Once he boarded, the ne took off overnight, bound for the United States.


    His private doctor had already received instructions from Hank, who had asked him to contact the hospital and arrange a follow-up examination.


    Perplexed, the doctor asked, “Mr. Hank, it’s been less than 48 hours since yourst examination. Why do you need another one so soon?”


    Hank replied, “I received treatment in China, and now I need to verify whether it was effective.”


    Then, he added, “Go ahead and schedule all the necessary tests. My ne is about to take off, and I need to rest. We’ll talkter.”


    The private doctor couldn’t understand why Hank was returning so urgently after only spending a few hours in China. What kind of treatment could he have possibly received in such a short time?


    Treating pancreatic cancer is an incrediblyplex and challenging process. It isn’t something that can be resolved with a simple doctor’s visit, a prescription, or even surgery.


    Moreover, a few hours wouldn’t be nearly enough for an operation, let alone the necessary preoperative preparations.


    After some thought, he concluded that Hank must have sought traditional Chinese medicine.


    He had encountered many Chinese cancer patients who, after exhausting medical options in the U.S., often returned to China to explore traditional Chinese treatments.


    In his view, traditional Chinese medicine for terminal illnesses was essentially a form of palliative care.