The moment Young Master Mu heard Ye Zi'an's words, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He sneered, "How could a doctor like a pig be compared to a divine doctor? Did those doctors you saw tell you that you need to flay your skin and pull your tendons, enduring unbearable pain? That's what idiots would do."
Yang Chuxia listened carefully to Young Master Mu's words, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had another treatment method?
She must ask him.
"May I ask if the great divine doctor Mu has a different treatment method? Is it possible to heal without flaying the skin and pulling the tendons?"
Upon hearing this, Young Master Mu scoffed, "Why should I tell you?" Then he showed a face that said, 'beg me, if you beg me, I'll tell you.'
Yang Chuxia really wanted to throw the teapot on the table at his face. Unfortunately, she couldn't, as this man was not an ordinary villager from Yangshu Village with no power or influence.