"From the sound of it, I'm probably the one with the lowest degree in this whole professional competition." Qian's lips twitched. These people really had the nerve to run right into her muzzle. If you add up her clinical experience from this life and the last, only an old doctor like Mr Liu could compete. Trying to compare clinical skills with her was like waving a broadsword in front of Guan Gong.
"What competition?" Yu Minglang hadn't even heard about this yet.
Qian ran through what had happened: the homeroom teacher's younger brother was the sponsor and had pushed her to sign up. She'd already told Xiaoqiang all that.
Yu Minglang's brows furrowed.
Someone was plotting against his wife, and he was only finding out now!
"Something's off here. That petty old grudge between you and your homeroom teacher isn't worth him going to all this trouble to get back at you after so many years. There's definitely someone behind him."
