Beauty is used to look at.
Medical skills are used to save people.
Comparing the two, medical skills are more important.
Grandfather Yang frowned. “The Little Miracle Doctor Ye I’m Looking for isn’t her!”
The smile on Mu Yourong’s face froze at the corner of her mouth.
If Little Miracle Doctor Ye isn’t her, then who else could it be?
Besides her, who else could have the ability to resurrect the dead!
Was Old Master Yang muddle-headed? He actually didn’t even recognize his savior.
“Old Master Yang,”mu yourong continued, “Have you forgotten? I am the Divine Doctor Hua Tuo’s successor. It was my ancestral spirit medicine that cured your illness.”
If it wasn’t for her, Old Master Yang would have died long ago!
This damned old man was so good!
It was fine if he did not know how to be grateful, but he had actually forgotten about her, his life-saving benefactor.
Mu Yourong’s heart was filled with a mouthful of blood. She was almost disgusted to death by Old Master Yang.