Immunity to rheumatism.

"Boss Zheng, your temper is getting better and better." Liu Zewei forced a smile.

"Is the patient sick? he's not feeling well. I'm just taking a look and giving him a suggestion." "It's a pity," Zheng Ren said regretfully."She left before I could finish."

"Uh ..." Liu Zewei was confused. Hearing boss Zheng's words, did that woman really have a problem?

"Yup," Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry. Liu Zewei guessed that even if the female patient had an illness, it wouldn't be a serious one. So he wasn't in a hurry, and he could take advantage of this time to slack off.

After writing medical records in front of the computer for a long time, her eyes were a little blurry, and her neck started to feel uncomfortable.

He's really getting on in years, Liu Zewei thought. He shook his neck and touched his bald head. Although he didn't work, he was quite busy.

"Boss Zheng, what's the problem?" Liu Zewei asked.

"Did you notice that she has acne on her face?" Zheng Ren asked.