"Hahaha, old man, with your sorry appearance..."
"Trying to be a doctor, how many people have you killed?!"
Xia Hou was taken aback at first, then pointed at the elder and laughed loudly.
From whichever angle you looked at him, this old man didn't seem like a doctor, let alone someone capable of curing Xia Tianxiong, who was in the late stages of cancer.
However, on the other side, Divine Doctor Lin, rarely, did not laugh with Xia Hou. Instead, he frowned slightly, rubbed his chin, and carefully observed the old man.
"This back, it looks somewhat familiar..."
"I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."
Divine Doctor Lin murmured to himself. The aura of this old man made him feel somewhat respectful.
Shen Jiaxue suddenly raised her head, stared fixedly at the old man, rushed over regardless, and tightly grasped his hand. She asked in a trembling voice, "You... sir... can you really cure Tianxiong? Really?"
