"Yes."
The assistant quickly followed Diwu Zexuan's instructions, extracting the gastric cells of Ye Zhanxing and heading to the analysis room.
The results came out quickly.
This time, Diwu Zexuan didn't wait for the assistant to speak; he stepped forward first, took the report from his hand, and swiftly browsed through it.
"Master, there's a new change in Ye Zhanxing's stomach cancer. It seems like something is inhibiting the cancer cells. Although they're not decreasing, their replication has clearly slowed down. This might be the reason why Ye Zhanxing is starting to wake up."
The assistant looked at Diwu Zexuan with surprise and delight.
Diwu Zexuan furrowed his brow slightly, his expression neither happy nor sad, "Such a result is neither good nor bad. He still won't survive, it's as if nothing has changed."
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