Zhao Tiezhu was not an imposing person. After he spoke those few words to Li Shuang, he turned back to the magazine, continuing to read.
Li Shuang was left sitting there, not knowing what to do, with his face flushing unbearably red.
Looking at Zhao Tiezhu, who was reading, Li Shuang couldn't help being a bit angry.
Was it just because he didn't recognize him and made some remarks that he had to hold such a grudge and sarcastically criticize how a man could behave like this?
It was really too much.
But then again, angry as he was, he didn't have any solution.
Because Zhao Tiezhu's diagnosis was exactly the same as the hospital's, but Zhao Tiezhu had added one more thing.
That was that only he could cure this disease, and no one else could.
If it were anyone else, Li Shuang might not believe it, but Zhao Tiezhu's reputation was well established, with so many people acknowledging his medical skills.
What reason did he have not to acknowledge it?