"Sorry, I'm not equipped to treat insomnia. You should seek a professional doctor for help. Apologies, but we have other matters to attend to, so we'll be taking our leave first."
"Luo Qiao, you can't just leave. Even if you're not a specialist, how will you know if you can't treat it without looking at him? Countless doctors couldn't heal my father-in-law's leg, but in the end, didn't you manage to cure him?"
"That's because I happened to be skilled in treating Elder Zhong's condition. I'm not skilled in treating your son's illness, so I shouldn't delay you from finding someone else who can."
"You can't just turn a blind eye to someone dying, where's your medical ethics?"
Luo Qiao laughed: "Forget the fact that I genuinely lack the expertise to treat his condition, even if I could treat it, I still wouldn't. The guy's a total scumbag, having hurt Sister Jianing. Where do you even get the audacity to come to me for help?"
