Li Changhong's eyes were filled with haughty pride, a supercilious look on his face, "Chu Yang, stop your futile struggles."
"You can't win against me."
Chu Yang ignored Li Changhong, concentrating wholeheartedly, focusing his mind on diagnosing his patients and prescribing medicine.
Half an hour later.
The five remaining patients in Chu Yang's care had all been prescribed medicine.
Meanwhile, Li Changhong's ten patients had their prescriptions filled long ago, and their medicine was already half-brewed.
"In another half an hour, my ten patients will be able to take my medicinal liquid,"
"By that time, the illnesses they suffer from will be cured, and you'll surely lose this competition." Li Changhong declared with a steadfast gaze fixed on Chu Yang.
Chu Yang gave Li Changhong a nonchalant glance, "It's too early to speak of results when the final outcome has yet to come."
"Who wins and who loses is still uncertain."
"Hmph!"
