Qin Lily leaned against the doorway, her expression unreadable as she watched the middle-aged man.
The man's face remained sinister. Suddenly, he curled his lips into a pale, eerie smile: "Mr. Zhong, could you check me again?"
Qin Lily remained unmoved: "If you're already cured, then good for you. Why come here? To prove that the Divine Physician Qin across the street is better than me?"
Her question was blunt.
The crowd thought about it carefully and realized—what was the point of this deliberate act? Was this middle-aged man sent by the Qin family again?
The middle-aged man replied: "Do I need to prove anything? The Divine Physician Qin Clinic has recovered the lost divine medicine—a medicine capable of curing any ailment."
The crowd exclaimed: "Divine medicine? Are you talking about the one supposedly taken by Qin Huanzhi, the son of Divine Physician Qin?"