"You don't dare?" Crossing his arms, Qin Lin's disdain for Wan Tianming grew.
"You—I!" Facing Qin Lin's cold glare, Wan Tianming clenched his fists and glared back with mounting fury. Although he didn't believe Qin Lin could cure Mr. Zhao Sr., he didn't dare bet his life on it.
"Coward." Qin Lin scoffed, glancing at Wan Tianming's face, which had turned purple with suppressed rage.
"Fine, I'll bet with you!" Completely provoked, Wan Tianming glared at Qin Lin with bloodshot eyes. "But we're both doctors. Betting with our lives is illegal, so there's no need for that. How about this: if you can cure Mr. Zhao Sr., I'll kneel, kowtow to you five times, and call you 'Grandpa'!"
"Mr. Zhao Sr., please calm your mind and don't be anxious." Ignoring the shouting Wan Tianming, Qin Lin sat down calmly beside Mr. Zhao Sr. and began to take his pulse.
