"Pfft, utter nonsense!"
At this moment, however, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.
The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in a white lab coat, his hair meticulously combed back, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, exuding an authoritative air.
Zhang Chenggong's smile stiffened; first, he glanced at Chu Ge with some concern, and seeing that anger had not surfaced on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned to the man and scolded, "Xu Feng, what are you saying!"
"Dean Zhang!" The middle-aged man looked completely baffled, "It's one thing for this young girl to believe it, but how could you believe in this young man's wild boasts? The virus in the Ouyang family is clearly a new strain, and the entire medical community of Shanghai is at a loss. And this kid claims he can cure it? And in just a few dozen seconds?"