"Young Master Liang? Young Master Liang!"
The manager saw that Liang Jinghong hadn't reacted for a while and couldn't help but speak up, trying to bring him back to his senses.
Liang Jinghong snapped back, looked at his manager, and seriously asked, "Are you saying that after going to several hospitals, the doctors all said that even if it's cured, it will leave a scar?"
The manager nodded, his face full of worry: "Yes, the company is anxious right now and is trying to find other treatment methods. Young Master Liang, you have many contacts, do you know any experts in skin disease treatment? Perhaps you could help Ada inquire. For celebrities, their face is the most precious asset. If it's ruined, their path to stardom is over."
Liang Jinghong absent-mindedly nodded, but he had only one thought in his mind: Wu Jingyi's face was going to be disfigured by these rashes.
