"Yes, the National League isn't just a competition, but you still have to receive treatment." Feng Yi was relentless. "Let's head over to America first, the other matters can be discussed again."
Qin Mo buttoned his jacket leisurely, stuffing a hand into his pockets, his gaze deep. "No."
The principal doctor sighed. "Is the result of the competition that important?"
"It isn't about the result." Qin Mo was already at the door when he replied, his voice not loud or soft. "I just don't wish to have any regrets."
Regardless of the result, not participating would be the greatest regret.
He said he was going to lead them to the championship, and not even be absent when they lost.
Even if he wasn't able to pursue this career, he couldn't leave now.
Feng Yi understood, he was clear he wasn't able to convince him, but he couldn't let his obstinance persist.
