Hua Dongxu led Lin Tian to the door of the main room of the presidential suite.
Standing here, Lin Tian could see a large bed inside the room, with a man in his sixties lying on it. Wearing an oxygen mask, he was taking in more air than he was giving out, and even the electrocardiogram beside him was quite unstable.
This room was large, but filled with medical equipment, looking no different from a hospital ward, except it was more luxurious.
In addition, there were four doctors aged from thirty to seventy inside, observing the old man's condition at all times.
"Two days ago, I had a four-diagnosis competition on stage with Mr. Zhao Xuefeng and I lost fair and square. I remember he once said in front of the media that his medical skills were not as good as yours, which I think is not mere modesty. Mr. Lin, can you tell what's wrong from General Jin's face?"
Seeing Hua Dongxu's smile, Lin Tian smiled back.
This guy was still trying to probe me.
