Jin Zhengyang also sneered and said:
"Just wait and see, with this injection of serum, the little girl will be fine in ten minutes at most."
Qin Han shouted: "Doing this is..."
"Alright, young man, stop whining, Doctor Jin is much more experienced than you barefoot doctor."
The middle-aged man shouted:
"If you don't understand, don't speak anymore. If you delay my daughter's treatment, be careful I fight for her life with you."
He even waved his fist at Qin Han, showing that if Qin Han continued speaking, he would beat Qin Han up.
Jin Zhengyang glanced at Qin Han triumphantly, then injected the serum into the little girl's body.
Quickly, the little girl's face retreated from being completely black, and her lips got a bit of color, she seemed to be getting better.
The middle-aged man and many patients applauded, affirming Jin Zhengyang.
However, Qin Han furrowed his brows, staring at the little girl's continuously heaving chest.
