Bai Ling's gaze at Zhang Xiaowei once again turned to disgust.
"You filthy men, none of you have good intentions!"
Her rage directed toward the door, she demanded Zhang Xiaowei to leave.
Zhang Xiaowei was stunned and glanced at Liu Yan, who was all red and writhing, reminding her, "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
Only then did Bai Ling come back to her senses, turned her head to look at Liu Yan and hurriedly called Zhang Xiaowei to stay.
"Wait, aren't you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine? Use your medical skills to save President Liu."
Zhang Xiaowei rolled his eyes.
As if his kindness was treated as liver and lungs of a donkey—unappreciated.
And now they actually wanted to boss him around again.
Did they think he was their servant?
To do whatever they commanded?
Annoyed, he muttered to himself, and was about to walk away.
But looking at Liu Yan's condition, he hesitated and then said, "I can't guarantee it will work, but I'll try."
