Li Changhong's face was fierce, his eyes provocative, "Heh, Chu Yang, if you dare not, then admit you're a coward, a craven who fears death."
"Kneel before me, bow three times and prostrate nine, admit your medical skills are inferior to mine."
"Then you can get lost."
Chu Yang's face was expressionless, his gaze level.
Li Changhong's provocation and the surrounding people's words didn't faze Chu Yang in the least.
Chu Yang said indifferently, "Since the medical competition has begun, it must naturally be carried through to the end."
"Let's start the third round of the competition!"
"Hehehe!!! Very well!!! Chu Yang, you've indeed got guts. If that's the case, let's begin!" Li Changhong chuckled darkly a few times.
He waved his hand, and several people from the Li Family brought a few white cloth bundles and placed them on the table in front of Li Changhong.
Hmph!
