If Fan Shengren's illness was not treated, he would inevitably die in a month. This was Yang Qi's judgment.
"Hahahaha…" Fan Shengren roared with laughter. "I may be injured, but my Fan Family's Shengren Hall has countless famous doctors, and not a single one of them would dare claim I won't live past a month. You're just a young whelp who's studied medicine for a few days. How dare you be so arrogant!"
"Believe it or not, I've said my piece," Yang Qi said calmly. "I think you're a better man than the Kang City Commerce Alliance, so I wouldn't want to see you die some strange death. Whether you listen is up to you."
With that, Yang Qi pulled Li Qingyan away.
"Yang Qi, who do you think you are?" Fan Ruobing fumed. "Don't think you're some kind of Divine Doctor just because you beat the most useless physician from Shengren Hall. You're nothing!"
