Chapter 67: Oh, Is This a Fit of Temper? _1

"He Chenggang!"

Liu Zhen Hao's eyes were cold, and his murderous aura was tangible: "Yesterday, you vowed to remove the disease with the needle. Later, you said that the accumulated heat was difficult to dissipate and needed a night of rest. What do you have to say now?"

He Chenggang's face was pale, his eyes haggard. He was no longer as confident as he was last night.

The child was still crying non-stop, his voice completely hoarse.

Last night, the child only managed to sleep for a while due to exhaustion from crying but soon woke up again and continued to cry. This continued throughout the night.

He Chenggang had tried every method he could think of, but all were in vain.

"Mr. Liu, I'm incompetent. At this point, I have nothing to say."

Liu Zhen Hao sneered, "In just one sentence from you, the child has suffered so much in your hands. Now you say you're incompetent, thinking everything will be over?"