Doctor Li fiddled for a while, then returned to his seat and fell into deep thought, his brow furrowing tighter the more he pondered.
Watching Doctor Li's expression change erratically, Guan Jingshuo became worried. What did this mean? Could it be that he was suffering from a terminal illness and about to die? "Doctor, what's wrong with me? Am I seriously ill?"
As Doctor Li picked up his pen to write a prescription, he heard Guan Jingshuo's words but did not turn around. Instead, he said coldly, "You're not sick."
Guan Jingshuo let out a sound of confusion. If he was not sick, what was all that poking and prodding for? He felt both anger and resentment, wondering if this man had simply taken advantage of him. After restraining himself further, Guan Jingshuo finally took out a hundred-tael silver note, "Doctor, this is your consultation fee. Please confirm it." Guan Jingshuo intended to pay the fee and then leave.
