Seeing how Zhang Yihuan defended Chen Erniu, the middle-aged man couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
"All right, esteemed doctor, I'll trouble you to treat me! I hope you truly can cure my rheumatism! This disease is just too painful!"
Hearing this, Chen Erniu smiled and told the middle-aged man to follow him to the inner hall.
Once the three of them had arrived in the reception room of the inner hall, Chen Erniu signaled for the middle-aged man to stretch out his hand so he could take his pulse.
After checking his pulse for a while, Chen Erniu suddenly furrowed his brows.
Seeing his frown, the middle-aged man sighed involuntarily.
Ever since he had acquired this particular type of rheumatism, he had seen countless doctors reveal such expressions.
Before the diagnosis, those doctors were all confident in their own insight on treating rheumatism, but after taking the middle-aged man's pulse, they invariably expressed their inability to treat his condition.
