Why did I have to run my mouth like that? I have no real grudge against Yang Qi, no real complaint, so why did I have to go looking for trouble? If that isn't asking for it, what is? Zhang Biao thought, full of regret.
He wore a mournful expression, his arm hanging limply at his side, completely at a loss for words. He considered seeing a doctor, but after a moment's thought, decided against it and went to help the others with their work instead.
At this moment, Yang Qi turned to Liao Fusheng's wife. "Sister-in-law, you might have been skeptical of my medical skills before, but how do you feel now? Are you willing to accept my treatment?"
Chairman Tong immediately looked on with envy. "Fusheng, your wife is so lucky! To have a good brother like Divine Doctor Yang, her illness is sure to be cured!"
"You just saw Divine Doctor Yang's medical skills for yourself," he added. "There's definitely no problem."
