Under Elder Song's guidance, Yan Rufeng arrived at Zhongzhou Orthopedic Hospital.
As soon as he entered the ward, Yan Rufeng frowned.
"Why is it him?"
"Do you know each other?"
Feeling something was off, Elder Song asked doubtfully.
"More than just know, Elder Song. I'm sorry, but I won't treat this person."
Elder Song didn't dare to ask more, nor did he have much to say. After all, he hadn't mentioned who the patient was. If he'd known Yan Rufeng wouldn't treat this person, Elder Song wouldn't have brought him here.
At this moment, a middle-aged man sternly questioned, "Elder Song, what do you mean by this?"
Just as Yan Rufeng was about to leave, he stopped.
Mr. Zhang clasped his hands together, "Mr. Zhang, I am deeply sorry, but I cannot treat your son's illness."
"You can't treat him? Didn't you say there was a young man who could cure him?"
"Yes, I did say that, but Mr. Yan is unwilling to treat your son. I am helpless in this matter."
"Ha ha!"
