The old doctor quipped irritably, "Do you still have the mood to buy scar medicine?" The implication was, isn't the person dying? What's the point in removing scars?
"I'll buy a few bottles for use, you're not refusing to sell, right?" Liuliu glared back at the old doctor with equal annoyance. What, they'd already written off Xiaozhong? Even if he couldn't survive, she wanted him to use the scar treatment anyway. If he defied the odds, how would he find a wife with those many scars on his body? Miracles could still happen!
The old doctor was left speechless. How could he refuse to sell his own medicine? He called his apprentice over to assist Liuliu in selecting and buying medicine, then he stepped away.
