"Traditional Chinese Medicine: Even if Hua Tuo himself came, I wouldn't admit this is fortune telling!"
"Alright, alright! Then I'll go to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor tonight for a divination—oh no, I mean a pulse diagnosis..."
"..."
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Facing the overly surprised look of the patient.
Chen Mu also showed undisguised speechlessness.
After pursing his lips.
He started to complain, "Student, have you ever thought that smoking two packs a day makes you look like a poor man?"
Under a dormitory building.
From the male dorm crowd hearing clearly what Chen Mu said, there were constant sounds of gasping.
"My goodness, we're all from the same school, why are these guys so rich!"
"I now stretch one cigarette for a whole day because I'm broke, and he smokes two packs a day???"
"Even though I also love smoking, it is harmful to health. At this rate, does he really think he's living too long?"
