Hearing Mr. Wu's provocative words, Liu Zixuan chuckled softly, "You think with the Ghost Medicine Demon Doctor's help, you can guarantee a win?"
"We'll see!" Mr. Wu shrugged and walked outside.
Liu Zixuan, on the other hand, walked into the hospital room.
As expected of a VIP room, even the decorations are different, and there's even a bodyguard next to the bed!
Yet, Liu Zixuan couldn't clearly see the appearance of the patient on the bed because the entire outside was veiled with a thin curtain, with only a jade-like hand resting on the bedside.
Judging from the fair and delicate skin on the hand, it seems to be a woman!
"Just diagnose the illness; don't ask questions," Wei Lao said in a low voice.
Liu Zixuan raised an eyebrow, "Just check the pulse without looking at the features, this is a first for me!"
"Isn't your medical skill divine? Why can't you diagnose now?" Zhang Xiaoming sneered.
"It's not that I can't, it just adds a bit of difficulty for me, that's all!"
