"Wait!"
Suddenly.
A woman in her fifties suddenly spoke up and blocked their path. Her expression was so dark and gloomy that it was as if water could be squeezed out of her face. She looked Qiao Nian up and down with a sharp gaze and said bluntly, "Wei Lou, is this the miracle doctor you found? How can she compare to Professional Liang? Aren't you fooling around?"
She had said this several times.
Wei Lou's temper was average and he had always said whatever he wanted. Previously, she had been insistent on giving face to her elders, but he couldn't be bothered to give face either. He sneered. "Liang Lu?
"When did I say I would compare them? The two of them can't even be compared!"
The pills that Qiao Nian casually made could be sold crazily on the black market. Each pill was worth five million yuan. The overseas people were fighting over them like they were treasures.
