"..."
"Gu Yu? Are you the genius doctor Gu Yu that Old Dai often mentions to us?"
Old Deng touched his bald head and circled around Gu Yu twice and then circled back, as if trying to see what was different about him.
This was not for show; he truly noticed many differences.
The young man's appearance was too perfect... In his many years as a doctor, he had never seen such a good-looking... No, such a well-featured face.
Everything was just right, with none of the facial features being too close or too far from each other, as if they had been carved with precision machinery into a high-precision sculpture.
But this was a living person in front of him.
Having such a face, other than being a gift from heaven, he didn't know how else to explain it.
And not to mention his physique – though not perfect, it surpassed ninety-nine percent of people, perhaps even some professional athletes.
