Upon hearing the words "miracle doctor," Zhao Kun curled his lip. A flicker of subtle mockery crossed his eyes. He picked up the coffee on the table, took a light sip, and feigned admiration.
"Brother Cheng, you truly are a promising young man. To have found a miracle doctor so quickly—unlike me, still bogged down by petty trifles."
"Not at all, Brother Zhao, you’re teasing me."
Chapter 117