If it were the past, Xu Hao would have slapped this guy to death already.
But now, Xu Hao was out with the ladies, and he didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he just said calmly, "What? I'm obviously telling the truth, but you're still stubbornly refusing to admit it, aren't you?"
The man retorted coldly, "You're just talking nonsense. How could I possibly have kidney deficiency?!"
Xu Hao calmly replied, "You started having memory decline about eight years ago, couldn't focus, your temper grew more and more irritable, quick to anger, restless, depressed, with no hope for the future, and you're having relations with your wife less and less, right?"
As Xu Hao spoke these words, the man's expression became increasingly uneasy.
He didn't expect Xu Hao to so clearly describe his recent condition, even his emotions, so precisely.
This was something no one else knew, not even except his wife!
How could Xu Hao know this so well?
This puzzled the man greatly.
