Su Han smiled, how could Old Chen possibly not have a firm grasp? However, looking at his expression, he indeed seemed a bit troubled.
He nodded his head and walked over, looked at the patient, and said softly with a smile, "May I diagnose you?"
The patient was not young and was dressed splendidly, clearly not an average person. Seeing how young Su Han was, he couldn't help but frown slightly and hesitated.
"Rest assured, his medical skills are very good, I can guarantee that," Old Chen nodded and said.
The man nodded his head; even if he couldn't trust Su Han, he trusted Old Chen. After all, this was the National Medical Hall's reputation, and naturally, they would not be reckless.
Su Han sat down, extended his hand to rest on the elderly man's wrist, his fingers lightly tapping, feeling the information conveyed by the pulse.
But after about ten seconds, Su Han withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "Old sir, your body is very good, there's nothing wrong."
