Yang Qingyin and Chen Qiaoyu's eyes immediately fell on Luo Ziling, and Yang Yunlin, who hadn't been saying much, also stared at him intently.
"I don't need any benefits," Luo Ziling shook his head, "A healer has the heart of a parent; treating patients and saving lives is the duty of every medical practitioner. Although many doctors in hospitals nowadays earn money against their conscience, receiving various kickbacks, my grandfather taught me from a young age that as a medical practitioner, one must adhere to the principle of great medical sincerity. One must never use one's medical skills to earn dirty money, nor use these skills to deceive others for ulterior motives, so we have no conditions."
"Is that really how you feel?" Yang Yunlin finally spoke after a cold snort.
"That's right," Luo Ziling nodded, still calm as he said, "Of course, whether you believe it is up to you."
After thinking for a while, Yang Yunlin again asked unfriendly, "What if it can't be cured?"
