"Who are you calling trash?"
Tang Hao and his father spoke in unison, their eyes glaring intensely.
"I said you two are trash, got a problem with that?"
Xu Xiangbei shrugged, looking as if he couldn't care less.
"Kid, you're way too arrogant! Which medical school did you graduate from? Do you have a medical license? How dare you call us trash?"
Tang Hao's face darkened, gritting his teeth as he stared at Xu Xiangbei.
"If you're not convinced, let's have a showdown. Less talk, more action. Don't be like a woman."
Xu Xiangbei smirked, placing his teacup on the table.
A showdown?
Tang Hao and his father exchanged a look and burst into laughter.
Director Tang, being a chief in TCM at the First People's Hospital, had unquestionable skills.
His son, nurtured by Director Tang himself, was nearly as skilled, with few peers his age.
In contrast, Xu Xiangbei was just a young man in his early twenties, clearly inexperienced and naive, their capabilities worlds apart.
