Xu Hao, looking anxious, said, "How about I take a look? If something happens to Hume here, the American Medical Association and Jiajiu University are too powerful for me to handle!"
Bazil was originally wary of Xu Hao, but upon hearing him say this, he immediately said, "Doctor Xu, if you have a way, then please help!"
"Alright, I'll try my best, although my medical skills are somewhat better than yours, I'm not a Daluo Golden Immortal, I can't cure all diseases," Xu Hao said very "humbly".
Upon hearing Xu Hao's words, Bazil was somewhat doubtful, but he didn't delay further. After all, he studied medicine and naturally understood that Hume must be treated now. Otherwise, given his poor constitution, he might suddenly laugh himself to suffocation and death.
The little boy climbed out of the hospital bed, bowed deeply to Xu Hao, then obediently stood behind him, while Bazil and the others lifted Hume onto the hospital bed.
Xu Hao reached out to take Hume's pulse.
