"You have hemorrhaged? How can a man like you spend your days researching such nonsense," Hu Baosong said with irritation, looking at Xu Qing.
"That statement is quite wrong. A physician's heart is like that of a parent. I have some medical knowledge, and no matter what kind of physician it is, as long as the prescription can heal and save people, it is a priceless treasure in the eyes of a physician. This has nothing to do with whether the physician is male or female."
"Have you ever seen a physician in that clinic refuse to treat a patient just because she is a woman?"
Hu Baosong pondered for a moment. Just as Xu Qing was preparing to take his leave, the old man suddenly reached out to touch the back of his head.
A blue flash glittered, and the old man cut off a bunch of his own hair.
"Take it. I don't have long to live anyway, so you can mess with me as you wish, but don't even think about touching Master Yizhen's hair. A woman's hair cannot be casually given to others."
