"You... you're talking nonsense!"
He Tiansheng was so angry when he saw Ye Wudao curse him to not live more than three days that he could hardly speak. Did he not know whether he was ill? He was a doctor himself, he wasn't made of wood. If he really had liver cancer, he would have felt uncomfortable long ago.
"Old He, don't get angry yet. I understand Ye Wudao; he is not one to talk nonsense. You... you'd better get checked out." Just as He Tiansheng was furiously upset, Xiao Changsheng, the dean of the Renxin Hospital, who was sitting next to him, looked extremely worried as he spoke to him.
Xiao Changsheng was familiar with Ye Wudao and had collaborated with him many times. He clearly knew Ye Wudao's capabilities. While so many people doubted Ye Wudao just now, he had no doubts about him at all.
