Lil' Fatty's wailing was earthshaking. He realized this Grandpa in front of him was really bad.
"Does it hurt?"
"Does it hurt?"
Zhao Mingqing kept touching Lil' Fatty's leg. He wasn't a newbie, he was a veteran Chinese doctor. Although he didn't understand his teacher's technique, according to his medical knowledge, this wasn't possible.
"Waaa…"
Lil' Fatty kept on crying. This Grandpa in front of his was like a pervert touching his legs. To Zhao Mingqing, if he couldn't clarify this matter today, he wouldn't be able to eat or rest in peace."
Zhao Mingqing looked at Lin Fan, "Teacher, can he stand now?"
Lin Fan replied, "Since you're a veteran Chinese doctor, do you think he can stand?"
Zhao Mingqing was taken aback. Then, he said, a little ashamed, "What I was taught is that this injury has been here for many years and he just regained his senses today. He definitely cannot stand, he needs further treatment first."
