Zhang Yang looked at Jin Tuantuan, a cunning glint in his eyes, "Uncle Long, ah, he's just an old fox, very shrewd."
"If I didn't say it like that, he might not let me treat him."
"But even so, this old fox didn't fully listen to what I said."
"He said he needs to think it over, but that's just to buy more time to see if he can figure out how much truth there is in my words."
Jin Tuantuan furrowed her brow slightly and asked in confusion, "Why do you want to help Uncle Long with his treatment?"
Zhang Yang's lips curled up in a confident smile, "Because when I examined him just now, I found a little surprise."
Jin Tuantuan quickly asked, "What kind of surprise?"
But Zhang Yang just smiled without saying more, keeping her in suspense, partly because such things are hard to explain clearly through typing on a phone.
As he spoke, Zhang Yang started looking around the room as if searching for something.
