"Dare to spar with me?"
Faced with Li Qingdai's provocation, Lin Dong simply shrugged his shoulders and spat out three words:
"Not interested!"
Li Qingdai gritted her teeth in anger.
It felt like punching into cotton candy.
"Scared, aren't you? That's why you don't dare!" Li Qingdai pouted.
"I can't be bothered to argue with a child," Lin Dong said indifferently.
"You..." Li Qingdai was at a loss for words; this man, clearly younger than her, had just called her a child.
It left her so angry that she didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, Zhuge Lingyou beside her sighed and said:
"Qingdai, didn't you realize he's deliberately provoking you? As practitioners of Chinese medicine, your grandfather must have taught you that the most important thing is one's mentality."
"A doctor who can't even keep his own composure and easily becomes agitated—how can patients trust you to treat them?"
Hearing Zhuge Lingyou's words, Lin Dong actually gave him an extra glance.