Zhang Kui immediately took out medical cotton and wiped Zhao Yiqiang's fingers, where the color became even more apparent against the white cotton.
It wasn't just Zhang Kui.
Mu Xiaoyu, standing nearby, was also shocked, covering her small mouth in disbelief.
How could this be?
Why hadn't the blood test shown anything at the time?
As for Zhao Yiqiang's three children, they too found it unbelievable.
"Now, will you admit you're an incompetent doctor?"
Feng Lin released Zhao Yiqiang's hand, and as the color slowly returned to his palm, the dark yellow color from the wound turned back into a bloody hue.
"Impossible! If it were a disease, the medical examination should have detected it!"
Zhang Kui still couldn't believe it.
"It's not impossible, you just don't understand."
Feng Lin pulled out two silver needles and pricked Zhao Yiqiang's throat, "Say something."
"I… I can speak?"