Although Mu Xiaojiu has acted independently his whole life, not liking others to influence him,
he knows in his heart that the girl will only listen to Nangong Xu on this matter.
No matter how strong he is, in this regard, he has no authority to speak of.
After all, he is not a doctor.
So, in this matter, Nangong Xu saying a single word is better than him saying a hundred.
Yet, Nangong Xu still shook his head, "Mr. Xiaojiu, this time I can't listen to you."
"Then get me another doctor." Mu Xiaojiu snorted coldly.
Nangong Xu didn't mind his words; after following Mr. Xiaojiu for so many years, he had long understood his temper.
"If you change doctors, he'll only try desperately to draw all the blood from your girl."
Mu Xiaojiu pressed his thin, cold lips together, saying nothing.
Nangong Xu continued to persuade, "As long as Mr. Xiaojiu recovers completely this time and the poison doesn't relapse, it would be the best outcome for Xiaxia."
