Willow was anxious as she pushed Sean over.

The young driver followed closely behind.

Everyone in the Quinn family as well as the doctors subconsciously looked at Sean.

"Who are you calling a quack?"

The young doctor's face turned red.

As a doctor, medicine was his specialty and it represented his reputation.

If someone called him a quack now, it would be a slap to his face!

"You."

Sean repeated calmly.

"You!"

The young doctor was exasperated.

"Tell me, what quackery did I do?!"

Sean looked up slightly at the young doctor.

"I won't say a thing about your lack of medical experience.

"But you told others to prepare for a funeral even though there was still hope to save the patient.

"If you're not a quack, then what are you?"

Sean enunciated each word coldly.

"You! You!

"If you guys don't approve of her surgery, you can all be prepared to arrange her funeral.

"Her condition has reached a critical stage.

"It's either surgery or death!"

The young doctor gritted his teet