In Dr Lang's office.
Ye Qian laughed out.
"I am really honoured to be thought of such by Dr Lang himself."
"But Mr Ye's method of stopping your heartbeat and pulse is something that I am yet not able to wrap my mind around," Dr Lang laughed dryly.
He had been thinking about this method that Ye Qian had used to make him and even everyone else that day believe that he had really died.
In fact, if Ye Qian had not stood up, they had already thought of sending the devastating news of his death to his family.
But to everyone's delight, they didn't need to, removing a huge weight from their souls.
Seeing the old doctor was still thinking about it, Ye Qian didn't know if he should laugh or cry, "Well, as I said that day, Dr Lang, it's just a simple practice of getting control over your body, I think you might have heard of the practice where one is consciously able to control their muscles."
"Hmm," the old doctor nodded.
