Death Acupuncture Points

Fang Liu leaned against Mo Yu's chest and felt at ease. "Trust me. I will do my best to cure Old Man Gong."

The following day, the hospital assistants moved Old Man Gong to the operating room as requested. Fang Liu put on her protective gear, and just as she pushed the door open, Cui Mao called out to her.

Cui Mao wanted to say something but hesitated. "Fang Liu, you…"

'Old Man Gong was a hopeless case. Why does Fang Liu want to try so hard to save him? Is she doing all this just for ten million yuan?'

Cui Mao thought it was ridiculous when Big Gong told him that Fang Liu was willing to operate on Old Man Gong. 'How could Fang Liu be short of money? Mo Yu is never short of money.'

Fang Liu smiled comfortingly at Cui Mao when she saw his doubtful expression. Cui Mao could only watch worriedly as Fang Liu walked into the operating room.