Wang Kuntai squinted his eyes at Jiang Xiaobai. As the saying goes, "Appearance reflects the heart." Eyes, in particular, are windows to the soul; through someone's eyes, one can learn a great deal of information.
"How old are you this year?" Wang Kuntai asked Jiang Xiaobai.
"Twenty-two," Jiang Xiaobai replied.
Wang Kuntai snorted coldly, "Who is your master? At your age, even if you started learning medicine in your mother's womb, you wouldn't be ready to graduate yet."
"I have no master, and there is no one in this world who can teach me."
Jiang Xiaobai's words were extremely arrogant, causing everyone present to feel displeased.
"Such an ignorant young brat!" Wang Kuntai decided to ignore Jiang Xiaobai and said to Chen Yutai, "Sir, while your father is still somewhat lucid, quickly go inside and ask if he has any last wishes or instructions. It will be too late if you wait."
"Yes, yes."
Chen Yutai called his two brothers and immediately entered Chen Guangsheng's room.
