"Sorry, I'm not sure if I should say." Lin Zifeng withdrew his hand and gently wiped his fingers with a napkin. These days, in the current era, who doesn't have a few ailments on them? In this flamboyant society, even if you're healthy, you'll end up with some illness.
"Divine Doctor Lin, please speak frankly, we are all listening." The short old man said anxiously. He was also curious whether Lin Zifeng had found out what was wrong with the young man just now. This kind of skill, even more impressive than taking a pulse, isn't something everyone can master. The key is that once he finds the source of the problem by touch, he can quickly resolve it. This is what's most amazing.
"Divine Doctor Lin, please speak freely." Wang Xiaomin squeezed her fists tight, sweat slightly seeping out, showing her great interest in Lin Zifeng.
As a doctor, one naturally becomes obsessed with medicine.
