They arrived at the Zhou family residence half an hour later.
The three people entered the residence with Zhou Zhenghao leading the way. They could hear an intense argument going on in the living room.
"It's already the late stage. What's the use of chemotherapy? Can Old Master Zhou's body take it?"
"That's right! Are all you oncologists idiots? Can't you use your brain before you speak?"
Some people were shouting.
"So what do you think we should do then? Can you think of another way to treat late-stage cancer? I'd like to see you guys come up with something better!"
"That's right. If we can't do anything, I don't think you Chinese physicians can do any better!"
The two sides were in an intense argument.
When they stepped into the living room, they saw two groups of people sitting on separate sides. Some of the short-tempered ones were already red in the face.
