Zhu Xiaohong was far from being on her deathbed. Her injuries were all external, not internal organ damage. External injuries were easier to treat, while internal injuries were the most problematic.
At worst, her leg could be amputated.
In the face of life, if amputating a leg could save a life, presumably no one would choose leg over life, right?
Tong Shu, standing to the side, narrowed her eyes, a cold smirk curling the corner of her mouth.
What did Director Zhu mean, did he really think that a patient that she, the heir of the Tong family, couldn't save, could be healed by a doctor taught by a village medic? Wasn't that a huge joke?
