"Okay, okay."
Seeing Chen Cang getting angry, Liu Tianji had no choice but to obediently sit on the chair, yet his legs kept trembling.
An hour later, the emergency room doors opened, and a visibly exhausted Tang Ming came out.
"Young Master Tang, how is my father?"
Liu Tianji suddenly leaped up, anxiously staring at Tang Ming.
"He's all right now."
Tang Ming waved his hand and said to the medical staff, "Take the patient to the ward. After a few days of good rest, he can be discharged."
"Really? Is that true?"
The attending doctors looked at Tang Ming with disbelief. Previously, their combined treatment had not cured the patient's illness. Could it be that this young man really had such great skill, to treat a heart disease with just a few silver needles?
The doctors hurriedly rushed into the emergency room with the nurses. When they saw Liu Zhixiong lying in bed with a rosy complexion, sleeping, everyone was stunned. He had truly recovered.