Determining the Treatment Plan

Ye Caitang patted Dr. Zhang's shoulder.

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm only a high school student now. No matter how good my medical skills are, I don't have a medical license."

"Even if I have a medical license, whose family would be willing to believe in a girl who is not even 20 years old?"

"The truth is, you are the only one who's willing to believe that I have the skills."

A breeze blew past, and Ye Caitang suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of the Chinese roses.

She turned to look at the gorgeous red Chinese roses and said lightly,

"Actually, I don't have much confidence in myself. It's been many years since I last performed neurosurgery."

When she was still with her master and Lu Jiuxiao, she had participated in many such surgeries.

Later on, she was so focused on repaying kindness that she flushed her brains down the toilet and was deceived. She cast aside everything she had learned.