Fu Yisi's stern features instantly softened. He pinched the space between his eyebrows, chuckling amusedly,
"I'd be a sight to see if he could retaliate against me, wouldn't I?"
His tone was casual, nonchalant, yet it was filled with a natural dominance.
Indeed, how could Cheng Jianwen possibly take revenge on Fu Yisi?
The hospital had security guards; having caused problems before, they wouldn't let him in so easily. In the field of medicine, he was even less able to find a foothold—every signed guarantee, every medical record, could testify for Fu Yisi.
Besides, the man already had an extremely high reputation in the medical community.
A surgical master isn't a title anyone can claim at will.
Ji Sang suddenly felt a weight off her shoulders; she had never been one to fret about unfounded future issues. Often, things that are bound to happen will come regardless, and before that moment arrives, you simply can't predict how the world will turn.