"Who says traditional Chinese medicine doesn't work?"
As Grant spoke, the atmosphere in the clinic froze, and everyone's gaze followed his voice towards the door.
Who was he?
After seeing Grant, everyone looked stunned. They had never seen his face in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and the young man in front of them didn't seem to know much about it.
"So what if traditional Chinese medicine works? Can you cure the chairman with it?" said the blonde, blue-eyed beauty in broken Chinese, impatiently. "Young man, don't talk big in front of me. Assistant Gu, go book our flight. We're going back to our country for treatment tonight. Western medicine is more reliable than traditional Chinese medicine!"
"Okay, I'll book the tickets now," the assistant nodded and helped the man in his fifties onto the wheelchair.
In his eyes, Grant and those doctors were all talk and no action. Traditional Chinese medicine couldn't cure their chairman at all.
