Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties

Dean Lu couldn’t help stepping forward and tugged at the other person, "Little brother, why are you still here? Get out quickly."

"Big brother." After Lu Lao’er called him, he voiced his concerns, "Although Xia Ningxing says she’s confident in treating him, puncturing acupuncture points is no trivial matter. What if something goes wrong? Can she take that responsibility?"

These words made the Lu family members who had walked out of the sickroom freeze in their tracks.

Indeed, nothing is absolutely certain; what if something does go wrong?

Once they calmed down, the initial excitement faded, leaving only a deep worry and unease.

Aunt Lu hastened to ask Xia Ningxing, "Miss Xia, could there be any mishaps?"

"In theory, there could be," Xia Ningxing nodded, but she didn’t say what she felt—that the mishap would definitely not occur with Sir Lu.

But saying this was useless; who would believe something intangible and unseen?

Lu Lao’er, as if he had caught some handle, sneered, "You all heard her, she doesn’t have complete confidence!"

Xia Ningxing couldn’t help but take a careful look at him, regarding him with the kind of look one reserves for the intellectually challenged.

Any minor surgery could potentially involve a lot of unforeseen issues, let alone for someone in as critical a condition as Sir Lu.