Lin Yi learned a bit about Zhang Youfu's situation from Li Yongnian.
Dropout from the womb, to put it bluntly, it's premature birth.
His family was poor when he was young, and he never went to school, so his literacy level can be disregarded.
Based on just his one-sided words, Lin Yi wouldn't believe such claims.
After all, globally, there are precedents for cancer curing itself.
No matter how you look at it, it wouldn't relate to a statue.
And now, a group of people, after five years, went to great lengths to come and steal something; this inevitably raises doubts about the efficacy of that statue.
But no matter what, this kind of bizarre thing is something he can't accept.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you feel it's unreliable?"
"Indeed, it's too mystical."
"I couldn't accept it at first either, but my cancer is indeed cured, and experiments have been done, it indeed works."
Lin Yi leaned against the window sill, always feeling it was superstition.
