Chapter: 6164

But before we could reach the hospital room door, a shocking scene suddenly appeared.

Helena turned around and said to the person inside: "You don't need to send me, Mr. Rosencrantz."

Just then, old Howard's figure suddenly walked out from the room, chatting politely with Helena: "It's an honor for me as a member of the Rosencrantz family that Her Majesty is coming to New York to see me. As the responsible person, I wouldn't be able to send you off without personally sending you!"

Steve, Rosencrantz, and the medical staff were all stunned.

Each person was wondering: "What...what's going on?"

Steve was also dumbfounded, thinking: "How is this possible?!"

"Grandpa just got out of bed a moment ago and was shaking all over! He couldn't even talk properly!"

"How can it be that suddenly he looks so healthy now?! Is it like a miracle or something?!"

Steve had some doubts about the world, rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken, but didn't bother to think about how this happened, and then ran up to help Howard, saying anxiously: "Father! How did you manage to come out here by yourself? Your physical condition can't withstand any strain right now..."

Before Steve could finish speaking, Howard interrupted with excitement: "Steve, I have some good news! My body is fine now! Everything has recovered! No more stroke, hemiparesis, spasms, or tremors! What a miracle! Ahahaha!"

"What...what?! Is it really cured?!" Steve was shocked out of his wits, feeling like his brain CPU had been burnt by one sentence from old Howard.

He thought to himself, "How's this possible? Cured already? No way! The doctor said it was a stroke, hemiparesis, and serious damage to language nerves. It's very difficult for them to fully recover!"

"And the doctor even said that any nerve damage makes recovery impossible in principle!"

"Even if I participate in the best rehabilitation treatment all over the world, the most I can expect is limited improvement, being able to walk with a cane at my own pace. That would be considered a miracle."

Thinking this, he turned his head to look at the attending physician, his face full of question marks and exasperation.

In fact, the attending physician was even more bewildered.

Not just CPU, even memory and motherboard were burnt together.

He felt that all his years of medical training had been for nothing.

After all these years, half a lifetime, who has ever seen someone who's just recovered from a stroke and can walk effortlessly?

Key Old Master still played it cool with the queen, dancing, singing, and flying high. It was even beyond himself!

He could only push his glasses up, uttering in amazement, "Medical miracle! This is truly a medical miracle! Anyone who can cure a stroke would deserve to win the Nobel Prize!"

Steve's eyes widened with hatred and he wished to kick him to the other side of the corridor, his heart seething with anger: "Damn it! One mouthful and you know about miracles? Do I not know what a miracle is? Who needs you to say so?!"

Howard saw Steve's gaping eyes and was taken aback, some parts of him moved, and others were ashamed. He said, "Steve, good son, thank you for your filial piety. The queen has been moved by your filial piety and sent me a special treatment for stroke patients. I've already recovered now!"

Steve's face was blank, then he turned to look at Helena sideways, subconsciously asking: "The queen... this... what... how did it happen?"

Helena smiled slightly and looked at Steve, speaking in a solemn tone: "Mr. Rosechilde, this is the miracle you prayed for to God. God has answered your prayer! A miracle, descended!" JrNovels.com