Faced with Mo Chen, even Zhang Weimin didn't dare to act arrogant!
Ning Beihe and the others followed along to greet him.
"Master Mo!"
The group respectfully greeted him.
Mo Chen nodded slightly and then asked, "How is Old Sir Ning's condition?"
"Master Mo, my grandfather is still in a coma! Dean Lee and Professor Zhang have seen him, and it seems like dead blood is continuously forming within him, which can't be suppressed!"
Ning Hanyan replied to Mo Chen with reddened eyes.
Dead blood continuously forming?
Mo Chen furrowed his brows, as this situation was unprecedented for him.
He took the film from Ning Beihe's hand, checked it, and his expression turned more grave.
"Lee Jiaan, back then when you treated Elder Ning, how exactly did you perform the acupuncture, can you not recall it?"
Mo Chen lifted his head, looked at Lee Jiaan, and asked with a frown, "Or perhaps, wasn't it you treating Elder Ning personally at that time? Beware of impersonation!"
