The guy didn't look happy.
"Don't laugh."
Chen Zhao pursed his lips. Laughing at a patient was indeed impolite.
But this kind of style clash made it hard for Chen Zhao to keep it in.
He squeezed his nose, trying to suppress the urge to laugh.
"My hair keeps falling over the past few days," the guy said.
Chen Zhao had him sit down and did a checkup.
"Does your father suffer from hair loss?" Chen Zhao asked.
It could be genetic and only passed through the men.
"No," the guy answered.
He sounded annoyed and had a frustrated tone.
Chen Zhao held a hand to the guy's forehead and looked around.
"What have you been eating recently?"
"Nothing special."
"You probably have testosterone over-secretion," Chen Zhao said. "I'll make a diet list for you. Eating according to the list can help recover your hair loss damage."
"I need to go back to the normal volume as soon as possible."
