"President Qiao, watch your language. This person is a highly paid doctor we've brought in," Nan Mufeng said coldly as he eyed Qiao Yonghui.
Qiao Yonghui was stunned and turned back to look at Shen Yu, with his silver hair and blue eyes, "He's a doctor?"
"A peerless, divine doctor," Nan Mufeng remarked with profound meaning as he glanced at Shen Yu. "He's the one who cured your wife. The rest of the treatment is all up to him."
Shen Yu: "..."
Why did it feel like he wasn't being praised, but rather, Nan Mufeng was digging a hole for him?
Sure enough, the way Qiao Yonghui looked at Shen Yu changed immediately.
You young punk, you've messed up my plans! You deserve to die!!
"What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll dig out your eyeballs!" Shen Yu roared ferociously.
Qiao Yonghui shuddered and stood in the corridor, with Nan Mufeng on one end and Shen Yu on the other—neither seemed easy to provoke.
