Naihe Manor's Mr. Zhuang had already agreed to Chen Xiaolong, so Mr. Zhao couldn't exactly duck out and had to wait on the side.
"Hmph, once this kid fails the treatment, I'll scorn him thoroughly; anyway, I'm not in a rush, this guy is bound to lose."
Mr. Zhao thought to himself, it was just a matter of spending a bit more time, nothing but Chen Xiaolong's last-ditch struggle, the outcome would be the same.
The chances of Chen Xiaolong curing Mr. Zhuang were minuscule, but then again, this Mr. Zhuang too, for fifty thousand he plastered on a smile, really had a fucking dog's face, valuing money over life.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhao also cursed Mr. Zhuang inwardly; if it weren't for stopping Chen Xiaolong from setting up greenhouses for vegetables, he wouldn't have been willing to come to Mr. Zhuang's home at all.
This old man just knew how to play tricks.
On the scene, Chen Xiaolong was still continuing to take the pulse, which had already lasted for quite some time.
