"A bunch of idiots. I'll never treat people like you," Yang Qi sneered. He wasn't a full-time doctor; he treated patients entirely based on his mood. He wouldn't treat people he couldn't stand, people who annoyed him, and people he disliked!
"Hah, you really think you're some Divine Doctor? We would never beg you for treatment," Zhang Biao sneered back.
"Is that so? I don't know about others, but you'll likely be begging me soon!" Yang Qi said with a light chuckle.
"Why?" Zhang Biao was baffled.
"That arm of yours... I broke it with a special technique. You won't find a hospital in this world that can heal it. Only I can fix it," Yang Qi said with a smile.
"I don't believe you!" Zhang Biao retorted, a hint of panic in his voice.
"Haha, believe it or not!" Yang Qi laughed. "A bunch of fools, constantly questioning my medical skills. In a moment, I'll perform a treatment right here for you all to see. But just doing that is boring. Who wants to make a bet with me?"
