Looking at the weeping Nie Qiqi, Liu Ergou snorted coldly and turned to see the old man from the Divine Healer Pavilion.
"Senior, I'll spare you the pleasantries. If your disciple has such poor mental fortitude, I wouldn't recommend he become a doctor," Liu Ergou said flatly. "What if he encounters a car accident victim in the future? Would he be too scared to even move?"
Hearing Liu Ergou's words, the elder of the Divine Healer Pavilion couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Liu Ergou was right; his disciple's composure was indeed terrible. However, having it pointed out so bluntly in front of everyone was truly mortifying.
The elder from the Divine Healer Pavilion cleared his throat. "COUGH. Ahem, I understand. Let's just get on with the treatment! I'm guessing this process isn't finished yet, right?"
Liu Ergou nodded and turned to continue treating Zhang Yuan. But just as he was about to proceed, the others in the room called out, stopping him.
"Wait a moment, hold on!"
