"Dean Li, are you sure you're not joking? Last night, Azhou personally told me it was you who was going to perform acupuncture on my mother, and he said it would definitely cure her."
Nan Zhuoyuan couldn't make heads or tails of the situation, feeling stupefied for the first time in his over thirty years of life, his brain unable to catch up.
Pei Yu, standing beside Nan Zhuoyuan, saw his disbelief and stepped forward to vouch for Li Chongbai.
"Eldest Young Master, my teacher went home yesterday and started searching through medical texts, and he had me search with him. By the time we finished, it was already three in the morning; he simply didn't have time to come over."
Li Chongbai nodded, saying gravely, "I don't know who's impersonating me, but you must find this person."
Nan Zhuoyuan sensed the seriousness in his words and panicked.
Licking his dry lips, he asked worriedly, "Dean Li, what did that person do to my mother? She's okay, isn't she?"
