Yang Xun stared directly at Lu Chuan, his face showing slight dissatisfaction.
Zhan Tianyu also looked at Lu Chuan with surprise, "Don't talk nonsense. You don't know how to treat illnesses, why curse someone to death?"
"Exactly, she's living well right now, and her body can still move, on what basis do you say that she's going to die?"
"If you can't speak properly, then keep your mouth shut—no one thinks you're a mute."
"How can you babble nonsense about something that even the Divine Doctor did not dare to conclude?"
"Don't spout nonsense here. Menghuan is in good shape right now; she only has skin problems."
The entire audience unleashed a verbal attack on Lu Chuan, directing their criticism toward him.
Yang Xun looked at Lu Chuan and said coldly, "On what basis do you say my daughter is going to die? She has been sick for over three months, and aside from the skin problems, everything else is fine!"
