"Mr. Fang, are you sure your son has only suffered superficial injuries?" Chen Dakai immediately seized upon the crux of Fang Haiyang's statement and asked again.
"Yes, just a superficial injury, but for some reason, my son remains in a coma. I beg you, County Mayor Chen, to please help by any means necessary. I implore you to have the three esteemed traditional Chinese medicine practitioners diagnose my son. No matter the cost, even if it means bankrupting myself, I'll spare no expense," Fang Haiyang pleaded earnestly.
Yang Ke, who stood by, shuddered upon hearing this, and once again, beads of sweat formed and began to roll down his forehead.
Just now, the last piece of information he had submitted showed that Fang Tian was in critical condition.
But this damn Fang Haiyang was claiming that Fang Tian had only suffered superficial injuries and had no life-threatening harm.
Undoubtedly, this implied that he, Yang Ke, was fabricating facts.
