The young man anxiously asked.
Others also crowded around, murmuring in low voices.
"This kid looks very young, can he really cure illnesses?"
"By his looks, he probably hasn't even graduated from college yet, could he be an intern doctor?"
"A heart attack is a serious condition, big hospitals would require surgery, and here he is roughly pressing around, he better not press the man to death."
The two young men, listening to the crowd's discussion, grew increasingly nervous.
"Brother Biao, how are you feeling?" In their worry, the two quickly reached out to help Brother Biao.
"Don't touch him!"
A'niu shouted loudly.
The two hastily withdrew their hands.
"If you don't want him to die, roll aside. I need quiet to treat him," A'niu continued to bark, expressionless.
The two exchanged a look, neither daring to move again; at this point, they really had no better option.
"Quite the temper!"
The rest of the crowd, their ears ringing from A'niu's voice, spoke up discontentedly.
