"Are you sure!?"
"Of course!"
Zhou Qiang, dressed in a sharp suit, strode into the living room. He shot a dismissive glance at Zhao Jingxi and Qin Lin. "Uncle, even you?" he sneered. "What's the use of traditional medicine? If he could have cured my cousin, he would have done it years ago. Why let her waste away until now?"
"And now you bring in some unknown charlatan? He doesn't even have a medical license. What real skill could he possibly possess?"
After scorning them both, Zhou Qiang gestured to a man who had followed him into the villa. The man was in his thirties and wore thick, nearsighted glasses. "Uncle, this is Dr. Gao," he announced. "He's a top graduate from the Royal College of Medicine in England and studied under the renowned neurology expert, Dr. Jainnister!"
"He returned to the country with a special medication, specifically for my cousin Qingyue's treatment!"
