Su Fan clearly hit the nail on the head, which is why she became furiously embarrassed.
"Young man, how did you know about my daughter's health condition?"
The elder's gaze toward Su Fan became sharp, and his tone was very authoritative.
Su Fan smiled slightly.
"I told you, I'm a doctor, Chinese medicine, which cares about observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-checking. I knew your daughter's health condition just by looking."
"That's impossible; I know a bit about Chinese medicine too, but how could it be as exaggerated as you say?"
Chen Ruoshui was full of disbelief.
The old man was deep in thought, seemingly undecided.
"That's right."
Suddenly, Su Fan had an idea and pulled out his cellphone.
"You must have heard about the Solitary Doctor in Yang City lately?"
"Of course."
"Ha ha, do you think I look like him?"
Su Fan searched for a news article about himself on his phone and handed it to Chen Ruoshui.
