"Sister Lan, what can I get you?" The bartender seemed to recognize Zhang Lan.
"A glass of Demoness, please." Zhang Lan's brows were knitted with worry, and Tang Feng couldn't help but be slightly moved by her expression.
"Sister Lan, may I take a look at your hand?"
Zhang Lan's eyes flashed with a cold light, but upon seeing Tang Feng's clear gaze, she gave a slight nod and extended her hand.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her hand felt like it had no bones when gently squeezed.
Beautiful women always possess certain features that are incredibly attractive, like Zhang Lan's hand, flawless.
Her figure might not be perfect, but her hand was beyond criticism.
"Are you a doctor?" Zhang Lan asked with curiosity as she saw how serious Tang Feng was because he was too young.
"Yes, your condition is a bit unusual," Tang Feng said, withdrawing his hand with a grave look on his face.
If the lady hadn't approached him, Tang Feng naturally wouldn't have intervened.
