They were now complaining about him bringing a doctor over. What's the issue? Tong Feng couldn't cure the old master himself, and the treatments he gave only made things worse. The old master is now barely clinging to life, and if he takes his last breath, the man would be gone for good. Could Tong Feng really bear that responsibility?
"Mr. Wang, may I let someone in?"
Dean Zhu didn't want to stand there glaring at Tong Feng; their standoff was more drawn out than a horse's face, and their eyes bulged more than a cow's. If Tong Feng really had the skill, he should have healed his granddaughter's arm first. Zhu was confident that if Tang Yuxin had been there, she might have saved the arms that were in much worse condition than those of Tong Shu—the ones that belonged to Mr. Huang and were successfully saved.
"Dean Zhu, will you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"
Tong Feng smiled without humor and flung his sleeves, resorting to threats.
