"He might be the best doctor in the world..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Peng Qing's gaze fell on the armrest beside him, where the handprint was still clearly visible. Peng Qing pursed his lips. I should probably revise that. "Or perhaps his fighting skills are the best, too," he added.
"Dad!" Peng Pingan's face was filled with surprise. "Did Doctor Wang really do this?" To him, Wang Jian looked like any other doctor, maybe even a bit fair-skinned. He didn't seem connected in any way to the kind of strength needed to crush steel with one hand.
"Yes, several of us saw it with our own eyes," Peng Qing nodded, a smile never leaving his face. "There's no faking this."
"So, if I learn from the doctor, I can do this too?"
