Lu Mingda really felt like crying.
He wanted so much to say that he could cure the patient. But he really had tried his best, yet there was no effect at all.
And now, the great credit he was counting on had become a death warrant.
If the young master of the Cheng Family died, then the Cheng Family would definitely make sure he had no place to be buried.
Lu Mingda was completely panicked, collapsed on the ground, and cried out, "Mr. Cheng, I'm sorry, at first, it wasn't us who saved the young master, it was a young man who saved him, I…"
"Slap—Slap—"
Before Lu Mingda could finish, Cheng Zhiqiang grabbed him and fiercely slapped him twice across the face, knocking him back to the ground, his face swelling from the blows.
"You idiot! How dare you deceive me? Go and bring me the Divine Doctor who saved him right now, or you're as good as dead!" Cheng Zhiqiang pointed at Lu Mingda and yelled fiercely.
