"Song Chunxue!"
As Song Chunxue became increasingly agitated, spouting words without any filter, Lu Zhenghang by her side could no longer bear it and yanked his wife before rebuking her in a cold voice, "Shut your mouth! Dad is patient and indulges you, but have you forgotten the most basic manners of respect for your elders?! Dad had good intentions, and for you to say that—"
Song Chunxue cut off Lu Zhenghang's words abruptly, "Am I saying anything wrong? How old is this little girl? What does she know about medicine? I think the both of you, father and son, must have had your brains pinched by a door, otherwise how could you seek treatment from such a person in desperation?"