"It's nothing better than trash." Han Zhongming slammed the medical record folder in his hand onto Yang Chong's chest. The pages fell apart and several CT films fell to the ground. Gui Peisheng next to him hurriedly knelt down to pick it up. Yang Chong didn't move, and the collar of his white coat was scratched with a gray mark by the metal clip of the medical record folder. "After three years of training, you have developed this skill? Acupuncture assists in the treatment of traumatic brain injuries - which native doctor did you learn from?"
. Being called a waste by his mentor, he was given an injection to revive a vegetative state, and he knelt down to beg to be his mentor.
