"Captain Xiang, you couldn't have been deceived by him, could you? Traditional Chinese Medicine? Let's not even talk about whether it can treat external injuries—just look at his age. Even if he really is a practitioner of Chinese medicine, his skills can't be that good!"
The doctor in his fifties, Doctor Xu, spoke loudly to Xiang Chuan.
"Captain Xiang, I know you want the patient to wake up, but even if you're in a hurry, you shouldn't resort to quackery. All the experts at our military hospital are at a loss for now. What use is it bringing in such a young person? If the patient dies, whose responsibility will that be?"
Upon hearing Doctor Xu's words, Xiang Chuan frowned slightly. He was quite displeased with such remarks about Tang Luo.
His medical skills are no good?
If Tang Luo's skills were no good, his grandfather would probably be dead by now.
If Tang Luo's skills were no good, his own hidden ailment wouldn't have been cured, and he would one day become paralyzed!
