"If this isn't causing trouble, then what is it?" Mr. Jiang glared at the tall and thin Jiang Yuan and shouted.
Jiang Yuan instinctively shrank his body, but in his eyes, he obviously didn't accept his grandfather's words. He muttered, "It's a competition of medical skills. What kind of trouble is this?"
Hearing this, Mr. Jiang's face became more serious. He looked at his grandson and asked, "I ask you, if you go to compete with the boss of Rende Hall, what will you do if he wins?"
"The boss is less than thirty years old, that's impossible." Jiang Yuan almost instinctively said the words in his heart, but seeing his grandfather's stern eyes, he immediately lowered his voice and said, "If he wins, that's because we are not as good as him. Come back and find a way."
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