An Yiqing shook her head with a smile, "I don't have a medical license, and I've been studying at the Xuan University Medical Department. I haven't treated severe heatstroke patients before, and there's no evidence to prove I can save Madam Zhao. But I'm quite confident in my own medical skills and can surely save Madam Zhao, if Chief Zhao and Professor Zhang agree."
Chief Zhao looked at An Yiqing, then at Professor Zhang, who was deep in thought, feeling uneasy.
No medical license? Not even graduated from university? Can such a little girl really save his wife? Chief Zhao was puzzled.
As everyone was immersed in their doubts, a loud voice came from the end of the corridor.
"Let her do it! I know her! If even she can't cure heatstroke, then nobody in the world can!"
Everyone turned to look upon hearing this, and they were surprised when they saw who had come.
"Director? Why are you here? Isn't today a day off?" Professor Zhang asked, puzzled.
