Zhang Chengzhi was starting to panic. Although he had driven Jiang Ce away, he had no confidence in facing this serious illness.
It wouldn't matter if I failed to cure him. But what if it's some viciously contagious disease? Wouldn't I be the one to suffer?
Yet, seeing the woman's sniveling and tear-streaked face, Zhang Chengzhi knew that if he refused, his reputation would be ruined if word got out. In this line of work, a reputation was as precious as life itself. After weighing the pros and cons, he clenched his teeth and reluctantly agreed, "Alright, Auntie! I will do my utmost!"
The woman immediately expressed her profuse gratitude. "Thank you so much, thank you!"
Zhang Chengzhi took a deep breath, put on a mask, clenched his teeth again, and even wrapped his coat around his face before carefully approaching the child. He tentatively reached out to touch the boy's forehead. Indeed, the temperature was so high you could probably fry an egg on it.
