Faced with Max's provocation, Li Chen just smiled without saying a word, making no response.
Old Master Moo Hee's injury was located at the heart, and it had been over twenty years since its onset—it had already progressed to a grievous stage. What's more, the old man was of advanced age and wouldn't possibly be a candidate for surgery. At best, he could only take some potent medicine to slow the worsening of the wound.
If surgery is off the table, it means even the most brilliant Western doctor would be helpless.
Li Chen was truly curious to see how this so-called expert, who had been belittling traditional Chinese medicine from the start and was hell-bent on singing his own praises, would wind up in the end.
Seeing that Li Chen wasn't responding, Max assumed it was out of guilt and became even more arrogantly dismissive.
"You agree with what I'm saying, right?"
Li Chen gave a cold smile and asked, "After blowing your own trumpet for so long, are your balls hurting?"