Ma Baoguo looked at Ning An and said slowly:
"Daoist Ning, stop joking."
Inviting Ning An over was nothing more than hoping to add a glimmer of hope.
In Ma Baoguo's mind, these authoritative doctors were naturally where his hopes lay.
Facing everyone's accusations, ridicule, and disdainful looks, Ning An smiled slightly at Ma Baoguo:
"Please rest assured, Leader, just trust the Daoist. Am I the kind of person who speaks empty words?"
"..."
Ma Baoguo didn't speak and remained silent.
It wasn't just Ma Baoguo; everyone's eyes were filled with a strong sense of distrust.
What kind of good person wouldn't trust a doctor to treat a disease, but instead trust a Daoist?
In this scenario, An Xiaofu's voice was like a cuckoo, quietly sobbing.
Ha, a woman unexposed to the world!
Ning An no longer hesitated and directly picked up the bowl of medicinal soup on the table: "Dear everyone, could someone please kindly help heat up this bowl of medicinal soup?"
