What!
The Saint Master in San Francisco couldn't quite believe his eyes.
Zhou Mo Sen didn't use the previous plan by Huang Xinxiang?
Which means, everything he'd planned was useless!
It's like throwing a punch with all your might, and it lands on cotton.
This made him... lose face!
Hmm... fortunately, not many people knew about this.
It was just those doctors who knew, but they wouldn't say much.
As for the members within the Descent Sect, most of them didn't understand medicine at all.
So there was nothing to fear.
But given the current situation...
The Saint Master felt uneasy, but causing a big fuss didn't seem right either.
He pondered this over and over but couldn't think of a better idea for the moment.
Wait a minute.
It seems he thought of something.
Wasn't he originally planning to bring Zhou Mo Sen into the Descent Sect?
How could he forget about this?
If he could bring him in, and if Zhou Mo Sen could achieve major success in diabetes...
