And in this busyness, some patients are particularly uncooperative, which is what most of the people in front of their televisions find most unsatisfactory.
A man dressed in a black trench coat, wearing a black mask and a beak cap appeared at Mu Qiuniang's consultation table. Whether he knew Mu Qiuniang was being recorded at the time was unknown. He glanced around nervously, afraid of being recognized, and mysteriously said to Mu Qiuniang, "Divine Doctor, you're feeling a bit uncomfortable, can you take a look at me?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Mu Qiuniang glanced up, showing no expression, but had an uncomfortable feeling, as if she'd seen something dirty when she saw him.
"Aren't you the Divine Doctor? Can't you just look and know?"
"That depends on what kind of illness it is; some illnesses can be seen, and some can't."
"You haven't even looked yet, how do you know my illness can't be seen? Aren't you the Divine Doctor?"
