"Doctor, doctor, I'm feeling uncomfortable here," the woman said, pointing at her chest, "I heard that you can help with a massage, is that true?"
The woman was pointing at her chest, and by the looks of it, she didn't seem like someone who had been through marriage and childbirth.
Zhang Hao gave Zhao Qing a look, signaling her to take the patient to the treatment room next door.
Zhao Qing cooperated and led the patient to the treatment room next door.
Lying on the examination bed and staring blankly at the ceiling, the patient asked, "Is Doctor Zhang's medical skill really that amazing?"
As Zhao Qing prepared the medical instruments, she answered the patient's question.
"Doctor Zhao's medical skills are quite formidable, everyone treated by him so far has been very healthy."
The female patient nodded seriously, "Then do I need to take off my clothes for the massage? I'm a bit shy."
Zhao Qing kept a gentle smile on her face, "It's also possible that I'll help you with it."
