By the time you've completed the whole process of registering, finding a doctor, and seeing a doctor, it's already dark.

The middle-aged man called Gu Zhengchi into the corridor and got straight to the point: "What kind of treatment do you want? Conservative? Skin grafting? Or scar removal cream?"

Skin grafting technology is not advanced at present and is mostly used to save the lives of wounded soldiers. Doctors explain the advantages and disadvantages clearly.

"The patient's burns are quite severe, but not to the point of needing a skin graft to save his life. Whether or not a skin graft is performed will definitely leave scars and affect his appearance."

While scar removal creams can't guarantee a complete cure, they're still better than the two methods mentioned above. Why don't you talk to the patient about it?

Gu Zhengchi knew that the so-called scar removal cream was not available on the market. It was a secret medicine passed down from the palace. The required medicinal materials were rare, and getting it was not simply a matter of money.

After finishing his cigarette, he said, "I'll go ask."

Before he even arrived, he could already hear a heated argument coming from the consultation room.

"Cousin, don't be so blind to your lover's true colors. What do you mean by stealing your man? I just want to save my mom."

Whoosh—!

It was the sound of something being pushed over and scattered all over the ground.

Gu Zhengchi's face darkened, and he strode into the consultation room.

Upon seeing the scene inside, his sharp eyes narrowed sharply. He saw Ruan Baozhu standing in front of the table, with medical supplies such as stethoscopes and blood pressure monitors scattered all over the floor...

Tian Tian was pushed onto the table, and she was like a little turtle, unable to get up no matter how hard she tried.

Although it was a bit inappropriate, he inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Their presence was so strong that both Ruan Baozhu and Ruan Kangri turned around.

Ruan Baozhu stepped back, looking flustered, and explained, "It wasn't me, she just inexplicably slammed it on the table to frame me."

"Brother Gu, you have to believe me, I really didn't touch her."

Turning his head, his face contorted with rage, he shouted, "You bitch, you framed me!"