Nearly a hundred percent success rate.
In other words, Old Sir Lu can't die.
Lu Si was stunned, feeling as if his heart had been hammered, leaving him both bewildered and dazed.
The whole ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Rong Zhi turned his head to return the documents to Song Cheng, just about to speak, when a puzzled voice came from his ear, "May I ask if you know someone called Fu Liang?"
It was Tang Xuyun.
His gaze fell on Rong Zhi's wrist, burning as if intending to sear her.
Rong Zhi immediately raised an eyebrow, squinting slightly as she carefully observed the elderly man before her.
Wearing a dark robe, his face stern, with a stable aura naturally exuding from him, being here meant he was also a doctor, someone respected by Song Cheng, suggesting his high status.
Moreover, the other party had accurately named the old man from her family, indicating they were acquainted.
