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Wu Xiuzhen's body had already returned to normal, with only a few indicators being slightly higher. However, compared to the data from a week ago, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Wu Xiuzhen also came out with his CT report card, showing that the lesion on his lung had been reduced by two-thirds! Other tests showed that tumor cells magically disappeared from the liver and lymph nodes.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Director Wang was very shocked, he immediately picked up the phone and called the inspection department, "Hey, did you make a mistake with Wu Xiuzhen's report? "How is this possible!?"

A voice similarly shocked came over the phone, "Director Wang, this report is definitely okay, I promise!" As for why it's like this, we also feel very strange. "

"Phew, do it again!" Director Wang said.

"Uh, okay. I'm just afraid that the patient's family members won't agree. After all, it'll cost a few thousand yuan at once …"

"I will pay for it!" I will do the work of the patient's family. " With that, he ran off with the report form and arrived at Vice Principal Zhao Weimin's office.

Zhao Weimin was currently training in his office. He was from an aristocratic family of Martial Cultivation, and had learned the genuine Tai Ji Fist from a young age of thirty years. He had comprehended Internal Strength from an ordinary Martial Cultivation and became a martial master in the past thirty years.

He deeply understood the benefits brought by the Martial Cultivation, so whenever he had free time, he would meditate and refine his Qi.

Chief Wang opened the door and saw Zhao Weimin sitting there quietly. He quickly backed out and prepared to knock on the door again.

Zhao Weimin opened his eyes, "Enough, Old Wang, what's the matter?"

Director Wang gasped, "Check Wu Xiuzhen's body today, the results are out. Take a look." As he spoke, he placed a set of test results in front of Zhao Weimin.

Zhao Weimin looked at him, then picked up the inspection report in front of him, after a few looks, he let out a surprised sound.

"Will the result be okay?"

"The examiner said there's no problem!" Director Wang said, "The patient's body..." "It's healed itself."

"Heal?" Zhao Weimin shook his head, "You and I have practiced medicine for many years, do you think it is possible for us to heal ourselves? The cancer cells in her body had already spread. Death was a possibility, but self-healing … "Tsk tsk."

"Then how should I explain it? There were no longer any tumor cells on the liver or lymph nodes. Even with chemotherapy, or targeted therapy, it shouldn't be this fast, right? In addition, the lesion was reduced by two-thirds! A miracle! " Director Wang said.

Hearing the two words "miracle", Zhao Weimin was startled, as if he remembered something, and the image of Jiang Wuchen surfaced in his mind.

I haven't seen this young man in six or seven days. A miracle? Could it be … Wu Xiuzhen's situation had something to do with him?

"I'm going to convince the patient to have an examination." Director Wang said.

Zhao Weimin nodded, "Okay, as soon as possible! When you have the results, let me know immediately. "

"Yes sir!" Director Wang nodded, turned around, and walked out.

Wu Xiuzhen had committed suicide before, and with Zhong Zhenzhen's request, she was given an intensive care unit in the hospital. Inside the ward, Wu Xiuzhen's state of mind was extremely good.

These two days, her body felt more relaxed, her chest felt much better, and she didn't cough anymore. The feeling of weakness in her body also disappeared.

At this moment, Wu Xiuzhen was really lobbying her daughter to go to class. She could take care of herself, so Dean Wang pushed open the door and walked in.

Seeing Director Wang come in, LEE Lee became nervous out of habit, "Director Wang."

"Un, sit down, it's like this …" The computer's data has been lost and the results won't be able to come out, so it's already been maintained. But Wu Xiuzhen, the results of your examination are gone, I suggest that we try again, I know the cost of the examination isn't low, it's okay, we'll take responsibility for the money in the hospital. " Director Wang said.

"Oh, that... "Alright then." Wu Xiuzhen nodded.

"You guys get ready. I'll make a list. You guys don't have to eat at breakfast tomorrow morning, so go and check!"

"Alright." Wu Xiuzhen said.

With that, Supervisor Wang walked out. LEE Lee became anxious, and could not help but wonder if his mother's condition had worsened. He followed Supervisor Wang out.

In the doctor's office, LEE Lee sat down, "Director Wang, my mother's condition, is it …."

With a faint smile, Director Wang said with a relaxed expression, "Miss, for me to have you all re-examine it is not necessarily a bad thing. It might be a good thing, do you understand?"

"I'm just worried." LEE Lee said.

"It's normal to be worried. You'll know the result tomorrow." He patted her on the shoulder and suddenly said, "Oh, right. Has your mother eaten anything recently? Apart from normal eating and drinking! For example, what kind of medicine? "

LEE Lee shook his head, "No."

"Alright, you think about it. If you have any, then tell me immediately."

"Oh, okay." LEE Lee nodded his head, he had some doubts in his heart, why would the doctor ask about this? Isn't it strange that any of the drugs Mom took were prescribed by the hospital?

Today was Monday, and there was still a football match at Violet Middle School in the afternoon. Today was the most critical day, and it was related to whether or not they could enter the top twelve.

If Class 12 was able to tie with Class 23, then they would be able to obtain one win and two draws. But if Class 22 won against Class 2, then that would also be one win and two draws.

Therefore, for Class 12, this scene was not something they should be careless about.

After two weeks of hard training and competition, the level of football in Class 12 has improved tremendously. The most obvious improvement is in the defense, especially the goalkeeper.

Although there were only two matches, Young Master Zheng had already been locked in as this year's Violet Middle School first gatekeeper. With a height of 1.6m, he threw out a god-like goal, guaranteeing that the gate of Class 12 would not be lost, and that the title of goalkeeper would live up to his name.

One win one draw, this was the best battle record in Class 12. Under this kind of outstanding battle record, some of the bookworm in the class also began to have a sense of collective honor, and other than Jiang Wuchen, there were two more thin and weak students in the substitutes' seats.

The first vanguard Pei Soong had especially dyed a head of yellow hair on his head, making him appear to be a maverick, as he loudly spoke his tactics. Facing Class 23, they had chosen to take a long path and avoid fighting with them in the middle route.

If he won this match, he would have to level at the very most. Otherwise, he would have no chance of making it out.

After two weeks of practice, Class 12's tactics had improved a lot, and Pei Soong's techniques had also improved by a large margin. There were a few times when Class 23 was even threatened, but in the end, he still lost in terms of physical fitness.