About fifteen minutes later.
The examination of Zhang Mengchuang's son's injuries had concluded.
As soon as the doctor came out, Zhang Mengchuang rushed up to him and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is my son now?"
Although he was the family head of one of the four major families of Zheng He City, Zhang Mengchuang was still very worried about his son's condition.
The doctor replied with a relaxed expression, "He's all right now. That young man, despite his age, showed remarkable surgical skill—even with our highly sophisticated equipment, I doubt we could have matched him."
"All he needs now is some rest, and there won't be any aftereffects."
Upon hearing the doctor's words, the weight in Zhang Mengchuang's chest completely lifted.
A middle-aged woman who had been silent up to that point then spoke up to Zhang Mengchuang:
"Look, they cured your son and you were not only ungrateful, but you also spoke to them that way."
