"Oh? Is it the son of Old Medicine King Zhang? Did Old Medicine King Zhang not come?"
Ye Yang looked at Zhang Chengkun in surprise.
Zhang Chengkun smiled arrogantly, "My father has already retired comfortably, letting me come to help you win this medical conference."
Ye Yang raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhang Chengkun, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.
"Divine Doctor Ye, didn't that person come?" asked an old man in a suit, glancing left and right before speaking softly.
Ye Yang froze for a moment, then quickly understood and whispered, "Mr. Jiang has promised to return, and should be arriving soon!"
"That's good, with Mr. Jiang here, we can certainly win the medical conference against Cangben Tailang and Gousheng Ichiro!" Divine Doctor Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of confidence.
"Ming Zhong, who did you say Mr. Jiang is?" the chairman of the association, Wu, looked at Divine Doctor Wu puzzled.
