Shen Rong was taken aback, and his heart instantly grew more anxious.
Damn, he's making it sound so serious. Could he be deceiving me?
Thinking of this, Shen Rong pretended to be calm and said,
"Haha, that's just your one-sided story."
"I don't believe that just by a casual glance, you could know my condition."
"If it were that miraculous, what's the purpose of hospitals? Must their dozen-Yuan machines be just decoration?"
"Alright, I don't have time to chat here with you. I'm busy."
Having said that, Shen Rong hurriedly ran outside.
Stepping outside, he took a breath of the fresh air and felt considerably more relaxed.
Earlier in the medical hall, being told off by Xia Liang had left him feeling oppressive and stifled, with his heart racing, nearly unable to breathe.
"That kid is really uncanny, a small-time Chinese doctor who could describe my physical condition."
"Looks like that kid indeed has some talent, but I'll head to the hospital for a check-up anyway!"
