The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Lin Guofa sneered, "Is he the Little Miracle Doctor? More like a 'Little Charlatan' if you ask me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuqing giggled.
"Sir, before you understand someone, please refrain from making such distasteful conclusions," Tang Guihua said sternly.
"He's just a boy, how can he be the Little Miracle Doctor? I've been feeling unwell these past few days, treat me first. Come on. After you've treated me, then you can treat my sister," Lin Guofa said with disdain.
His intention was clear—if Luo Yang failed to gain his trust, he was going to make him regret it.
"I will take your pulse," Luo Yang stood up.
A maid brought over a half-meter-tall stool, and Luo Yang sat down and solemnly took Lin Guofa's pulse. After a while, he said, "You have severe kidney weakness, caused by an overly indulgent nightlife. Please moderate your sexual activities, or else if drained completely, you'll drop dead."
