Zhang Yang said indifferently, "If you don't believe me, it doesn't matter. You can find someone else to treat you."
Uncle Long's expression changed several times as he closely observed Zhang Yang, trying to understand what Zhang Yang was truly thinking.
At this moment, Uncle Long felt a pang of regret. He shouldn't have schemed against Zhang Yang so much in the first place.
As a result, they ended up as enemies—even though it wasn't a deep grudge, their relationship couldn't be considered good.
"Zhang Yang, it's not that I don't trust you, but if you were in my position, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it either. Even if healed, I'd still be disabled, wouldn't I?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang replied directly, "If it were me, I would definitely be able to accept it."
"After all, there are many patients in this world who cannot be cured. Even if an immortal came, it would be the same. So being able to save a life, in our eyes as doctors, is already quite a good result."
