Liu Zhu was also confused, but he still followed Zhao Yuan's instructions. He took a few steps forward and lifted the cloth curtain.
The scene inside the Curtain House was revealed to everyone.
A chair, a small boy, and nothing—or no one—else.
Zhao Yangqiu turned to Zhao Yuan, pointed at the little boy, and sneered, "Didn't you say the patient was pregnant and in labor? Where's the pregnancy? Where's the labor? You also said the patient was disabled. Look, all his limbs are intact. Where's the disability?"
Zhao Yuan smiled. "I said 'the afflicted,' not 'the patient.'"
Zhao Yangqiu raised an eyebrow. "Is there a difference?"
Zhao Yuan replied, "Of course, there is. A 'patient' is a person. But 'the afflicted' isn't necessarily a person!"
Zhao Yangqiu scoffed at his words. "Not a person? Then who were you performing a pulse diagnosis on? A Ghost?"
