Chen Ergou said indifferently.
"Alright, Brother Ergou, I will definitely make sure my dad eats fruit on time every day, don't worry."
Zhuang Yan nodded and said.
"Brother Ergou, I told you my illness is almost better, but you didn't believe me."
Zhuang Zhong said.
"Uncle Zhuang, it's not that I don't believe you, I just wanted to be sure. It won't take much time to check your pulse."
Chen Ergou said helplessly.
"Alright, Uncle Zhuang, step outside for a moment, come back later, and have a good rest."
After saying that, Chen Ergou left the ward.
The patients in the same ward saw Chen Ergou taking pulses and inquiring about the illness, thinking he must be an expert in treating adult-onset Still's disease, and they all began to ask Zhuang Zhong.
"I say, who was that just now?"
"Yeah, yeah, I saw him taking your pulse and telling you to eat fruit. Is he some kind of doctor?"
"No way, he doesn't look like someone capable. Zhuang Zhong, be honest, what does he do?"
