Although his comparison method was crude, it was quite fair given the current conditions, and Zhang Dadan naturally had no objections.
"Alright. Let's start with me!" Zhang Dadan responded and gave Zheng Yueyang the first chance.
Zheng Yueyang was also very polite. He stood up directly and walked to the hall manager, assisting him to start taking his pulse.
After a while, Zheng Yueyang relaxed the hall manager's wrist and confidently said, "I have diagnosed it. Now it's your turn to show your skills!"
Then he sat on the sofa, and the hall manager's illness was diagnosed—what kind of disease he had.
Zhang Dadan shook his head slightly, walked to the hall manager, did not assist him, but stared at him carefully, then sat back.
The hall manager saw that he did not move. Was he willing to give up?
The onlookers, seeing this situation, repeatedly shook their heads, feeling sorry for Zhang Dadan.
