"This is my friend, Boss Zheng from 912," Lin Jiaojiao introduced him after entering the private room.
There were three men and a woman sitting inside. The woman was skinny and looked like she had terminal cancer.
Lin Jiaojiao introduced Zheng Ren and then introduced the people sitting there. Two of them were big bosses in the Imperial Capital. The other man and woman came from other places to see the doctor.
Zheng Ren was not interested in the three men. His eyes were on the skinny woman. The System panel was slightly red. She was sick, but it was not serious.
"Boss Zheng, please take a seat," Lin Jiaojiao said.
Zheng Ren nodded and sat next to Lin Jiaojiao.
"Boss Zheng, you look so young, but you are a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Not only domestically, but internationally. Boss Zheng's standard is top-notch," Lin Jiaojiao boasted irresponsibly.
