Two hours later.
In the best residential complex of University City, Ji Liangchuan sat in front of the desk in his study, eyes wide with shock as he looked at the scattered case records on the table.
"Young Master Qi, this is just an accident. There has always been a saying in Huaxia from ancient times till now, 'folk remedies cure major diseases'. Regarding Wu Zhaoyang's girlfriend, Shen Qiang was just lucky, it doesn't mean he's truly better than you."
"Shut up!" Ji Liangchuan turned his head, glaring at the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked to be around forty, and angrily said, "Good luck? Is that really what you think? Look at these cases that Shen Qiang has handled."
"I won't mention the super fast surgery because that title of the fastest surgeon was given by tabloid reporters and can't be taken seriously."
