Doctor Lu Xi didn't know what kind of background Yin Tian actually had.
He also didn't know who Yin Tian had just called.
But he was clear about his own track record.
Just as Yin Tian had said, he was nothing but a half-baked practitioner.
With only a superficial grasp of Huaxia's ancient medical arts, and having accidentally cured a few people with acupuncture, he had been revered as the Divine Doctor.
But only he himself knew what level of doctor he really was.
After a while, Yin Tian's phone buzzed.
He took out his phone, glanced at it, and immediately showed a strange smile, "Doctor Lu Xi, do I have to speak out for you, or will you admit it yourself?"
Watching Yin Tian's odd expression, Doctor Lu Xi felt a flare of panic in his heart, but he tried to keep a facade of composure.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Doctor Lu Xi snapped coldly.
Yin Tian shook his head, "It seems you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
