"That's the theory, but..."
Zhang Handong had a good temper, and even if Zhou Ping'an's words carried a slight criticism of his medical skills, he didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Years of understanding couldn't be overthrown by a few words from Zhou Ping'an.
He wanted to say more.
But he was gently grabbed by Zhou Ping'an and lifted by the shoulder, then placed aside.
Zhou Ping'an leaned close to the small crocodile on his collar and looked towards the live stream, only to find the viewer count chillingly low.
It was, after all, an alternate account.
Although it had a particularly eye-catching name, it failed to attract many viewers.
Over a hundred idlers had popped in, most with the intent to watch a spectacle.
"This host must be crazy for fame, saying that terminal illnesses aren't scary and that he will bring the dead back to life. Do you know what you're talking about?"
"I'm really impressed by the host's courage, daring to come to the hospital for real?"