"Is this the patient you've prepared?"
Jin Bingying was the first to approach the patient with bronchial asthma. He glanced at the man and said arrogantly, "Let me take your pulse first."
Upon hearing this, the patient immediately extended his hand without hesitation. Although he disliked the man's arrogant and disrespectful tone, what could he do? He was the patient, so of course, he didn't dare to confront the doctor.
Meanwhile, Zheng Zerui had approached the patient with ringworm, his expression grave. He took the patient's pulse first, then his frown deepened as he lifted the man's clothing to inspect and touch the ringworm on his lower back and waist. His expression grew even uglier, and a flicker of anxiety appeared in his eyes.
Soon after, Jin Bingying finished his diagnosis of the bronchial asthma patient and had written a prescription. He then strode arrogantly over to Zheng Zerui and said dismissively, "Haven't you finished yet?"
"...Hmph!"
