"Young Master Qian, I'm not the one you've offended. I really can't help you. Just look for whoever did this to you. There's no need to waste your time here. With your status, it's easy for you to investigate Young Marshal Mu's address. There's nothing to be embarrassed about!"
Zhuge Jingming said this, lazily stretching with a yawn. It was getting late, and he needed rest too.
"Alright, you two, please leave. I'm getting old, and it's time for my rest. I won't entertain you any longer. Yang Lin, see the guests out."
Zhuge Jingming was a cunning old fox. He glanced at Qian Meng and Sun Miao without hesitation, then slowly walked away.
As the two were escorted out of the clinic by Yang Lin, they glared angrily at the tightly closed clinic door. It was difficult to describe the frustration in their hearts with words. How could they not understand that Zhuge Jingming was intentionally unwilling to treat them? There was no issue with his medical skills.
