The patient was a man in his forties, short and fat, with slightly crooked teeth.
He was wearing a floral shirt, Hermes crocodile skin belt, and a ridiculously extravagant diamond ring on his hand.
The young lady pushing his wheelchair had a beautiful face, a model's physique, and a pair of slender long legs that were distractingly long and curved. She had an LV bag hanging diagonally on her body.
As the wheelchair entered, a wave of strong perfume scent hit them.
"Professor Zhang, hello. Finally, I was able to get an appointment with you," the patient was visibly excited, shaking Professor Zhang's hand and trying to stand up from his wheelchair.
Elder Zhang held patient's hand, and immediately patted his hand, "Sit down, sit down and talk. Calm down."
Professor Zhang glanced at the computer screen from over his reading glasses, "You're from Shanxi?"
