Lin Tian glanced up at the doctor. He was wearing a very clean white coat, glasses, and seemed to be about fifty years old.
Lin Tian replied, "Chatting, can't you see?"
"Chatting?"
The doctor pointed at Xu Ning'an's leg, his facial muscles twitching as he demanded, "How do you explain this leg?"
Lin Tian looked down at Xu Ning'an's leg and found that the plaster was somehow full of cracks, as if someone had violently broken it.
And now Lin Tian was sitting next to Xu Ning'an's bed, making it look like it was his doing.
In fact, it was indeed Lin Tian's doing. He had accidentally used too much Spiritual Qi, causing the plaster to crack.
"Dr. Chen, here's what happened. This is my friend. He said he could help cure my illness, so he gave me a massage." Xu Ning'an explained.
"What?"
