After Director Lu finished speaking, a group of doctors began to voice their objections.
"Director, you must be confused! City Lord Wu, you can't trust that nonsense about Traditional Chinese Medicine. It will only worsen Mr. James's condition."
At this moment, a young doctor in a white coat stepped forward and said, "I think the best thing to do is to send Mr. James to the large hospitals in Jinling and Ninghai as soon as possible and consult with more of the nation's cardiology experts."
"Traditional Chinese Medicine is nothing but a scam, a complete—"
Ma Ning was in the middle of this arrogant jeer, but he froze when he turned and saw Qin Lin, the very person Director Lu was pointing at. The mocking words instantly died in his throat.
"Who are you calling a fraud?" Fatty Qi spotted Ma Ning as well. "Daring to insult Traditional Chinese Medicine? Looks like you're itching for a beating again."
"GULP."
"I... I didn't mean that."
