Yang Ruxin glanced at Su Shouren, "President Su, there's no need for courtesy, my medical skills are just average."
A twitch appeared on the corner of Su Shouren's mouth, "Average, yet you dare say you can certainly guarantee there won't be any trouble for him?" He didn't continue the conversation, though, merely offering a smile.
Yang Ruxin stood by the bedside and looked at Fang Tianze, who was currently unconscious, but far from peaceful, with cheeks flushed red as if he was emitting a slight chill, lying there restlessly, his hands seemingly tearing at something.
Xiaolun on his wrist seemed restless, being a toxic creature, it was naturally sensitive to poison.
