So, Rong Zhi being able to practice medicine doesn't seem too hard to accept.
Ying Hengxiang bit his lip and clenched his teeth.
This way, didn't what he said to Ying Hengyu yesterday just slap himself in the face?!
He looked up at the young man eloquently speaking from the main seat, his lips pursing tighter.
But within moments, Ying Hengxiang had come to terms.
The one he couldn't stand was Ying Hengyu, not Rong Zhi. So what if Rong Zhi can practice medicine? She could only save Qi Ruiqin. Ying Hengyu's pig brain, she couldn't save.
Ying Hengyu's eyes calmed like autumn waters and regained his usual aloof, unapproachable demeanor when he lifted his gaze again.
Even had the mood to let his mind wander.
He tapped his temple, listening to the young man explain the surgery, while pondering whether the Rong Family knew that Rong Zhi could practice medicine.
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