After examining the man in detail, Yu Gangan retrieved her hand and said gently, "Sir, your condition is a little serious..."

The old man was slightly taken aback. Although his expression didn't change, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The man in the military boots, Chen Zhenghe, immediately raised his axe-like eyebrows and cut in loudly, "How's that possible? Nonsense!"

Yu Gangan looked at the man in surprise: "..."

She simply said what she detected. Moreover, she hadn't even finished talking. Why did this man say her diagnosis was nonsense?

If the man wasn't ill, why did he come here?

Was he so bored that he decided to go on a day trip to the clinic?

The old man lifted his eyes and glanced at Chen Zhenghe; his authority could be felt without a word.

Chen Zhenghe subconsciously stood upright like an army officer, sucking in his stomach and pointing out his chest. He realized his reaction was too extreme so he immediately apologized to Yu Gangan, "Sorry, Dr. Yu."

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