"Are, are you a doctor?"
Ning Weiwei had firmly convinced herself that Qin Guang was mentally ill.
She didn't dare to run, nor did she dare to call Qin Guang a pervert again, so she asked cautiously, trying her best not to provoke Qin Guang.
"A doctor, I suppose I could be called that, though my master says it's better to describe me as a healer,"
Qin Guang nodded and said with a smile.
He was different from ordinary doctors, who practiced medicine for a living and depended on treating people for their livelihood.
For Qin Guang, medicine was more about his way of life.
Qin Guang then said, "Speaking of which, last time I noticed you had a blockage in your chest qi and blood, often causing chest pain, how is it now, any better?"
"Thank you, I'm much better,"
Ning Weiwei responded in a low voice.
'It seems that although he has a mental illness, he can still communicate quite well when he's not having an episode.'
'And he even knows to care about my health.'
