Lu Xiaoyou looked at Jing Yuan and teased, "You're very familiar with his physical condition, aren't you?"
Jing Yuan replied indifferently, "The people under my command are doing their utmost to find a cure for the virus. I've also heard that when Long Xiliang had a high fever, it was you who helped him recover from it."
She chuckled softly, "Those doctors don't think it's my doing though."
In the eyes of those well-known medical professors and hospital directors from Beijing, Lu Xiaoyou just happened to get lucky when Long Xiliang's fever broke.
After all, it was merely a high fever and a cold. These symptoms, for ordinary people, could resolve themselves without medication.
Jing Yuan scoffed coldly. He knew perfectly well why those professors refused to acknowledge that Lu Xiaoyou had cured Long Xiliang. The moment they admitted it, wouldn't it demonstrate their incompetence?
What kind of professors and directors were they if they couldn't even handle a simple cold and fever?
