"How did he examine you?" Zhao Zhengguang relaxed and asked with a smile.
Zhao Xuehan said, "He just took my pulse, and after a while, he said he knew what illness I had, but he didn't specify what it was. He just mentioned that he wasn't prepared enough today to treat it and needed to go back and get ready. He'd come another day to treat me."
"I see."
Zhao Zhengguang picked up Zhao Xuehan and placed her on the edge of the table.
Sitting on the chair, Zhao Xuehan's little feet couldn't reach the floor, swinging back and forth in the air.
"Let's eat first. Don't worry about the treatment. I'll find some time in the next few days to talk to Dean Wang. He might have a solution. As for that Lin Tian—well, he's just trying to please us. That kid grew up in the countryside. What does he know about medicine?" Zhao Zhengguang said, shaking his head and laughing, not taking Lin Tian's examination of his daughter seriously.
