Even though the housekeeper and Ding Shun had just described Cheng Ling's medical skills as godly, Jin Wang still did not believe them.
After he was injured, he had searched all over the country, hoping to improve his health.
But after taking so many years of medicine, it was useless. Thus he gave up.
Now that he had to entrust his illness to such a young girl for treatment, he was even more unwilling.
It was fine if his illness couldn't be cured, but what if it became even worse?
His body could not withstand any more torment.
"Alright, Old Ding, stop persuading me. I don't believe in Chinese medicine anymore."
"I'm too lazy to persuade you. Facts speak louder than words. I'll give you a dose of the medicine that I'm drinking now. You can take it back and try it. It's not harmful anyway, right?"
Jin Wang snorted twice when he heard that.
