Li Chuan nodded, "No problem."
Zeng Youqian, upon hearing this, burst into laughter, "Young man, you're speaking so confidently? The illness I couldn't handle, and you dare to say it's no issue? Who gave you such confidence?"
Li Chuan turned to look at Zeng Youqian and said with a cold smile, "You couldn't handle it, so it just means your medical skills are poor. Just because your skills are poor doesn't mean others' are too! That's not right!"
Everyone around was stunned; this was the first time they had heard someone say Zeng Youqian's medical skills were poor.
This guy is the dean of the Provincial Central Hospital!
Zeng Youqian's face turned red and then white, "Young man, I didn't say others' skills were poor, I was talking about you! I can tell you just like to show off. If you were that skilled in medicine, why would you stay in such a poor mountain area like Taohua Village!"
"You say there's no problem. I'm curious, what's Old Master Zhou's condition?"
