Dr. Chen snapped coldly, "What does a greenhorn like you know about the art of healing?"
"If you look down on me, you should display some real strength, not just blather on without evidence."
Zhang Xiaomeng was quite mocking.
"You gave up just because she hasn't died."
"Isn't that the epitome of an empty reputation?"
Dr. Chen was so angry he let loose a string of curses, "If you're so capable, go ahead. If you really save the madam, I'll hand over my title of superior medical professor to you."
Their argument caught the attention of Du Ruofeng.
With furrowed brows, Du Ruofeng asked, "Who are you? How did you get in?"
Xiaoxiao quickly explained, "Old man, he's my boyfriend, and he's here to treat mom."
Du Ruofeng was skeptical; his daughter had always been unreliable, a bit neurotic, often causing him trouble.
Could someone she invited be trustworthy?
Of course not.
Du Ruofeng waved his hand dismissively, "Take your friend and go play elsewhere. Your mother needs peace."
