Father was comatose, clinging to life by a thread, and with Jiang Qing saying so, Qian Zhuang was pushed to the brink of despair.
However, out of nowhere, someone claimed they could save his father.
This filled Qian Zhuang with immense surprise and joy.
But when he stood up to get a clear view of Zhang Xiaomeng's young face, his expression quickly turned to one of disappointment.
The young man was just too young, seemingly about the same age as Jiang Qing.
If Jiang Qing, the heir to a medical dynasty, was at a loss, what could this unknown youth possibly do?
"Do you really have a way?"
Eyeing Zhang Xiaomeng up and down, Qian Zhuang asked doubtfully.
"Of course."
Zhang Xiaomeng nodded indifferently, noticing Qian Zhuang's skepticism and added,
"My medical skills are no less than that girl's. Even that old Mr. Jiang may not be better than me."
He was being modest with his words.
However, Jiang Qing, upon hearing this, was infuriated to the point of bulging eyes.
