The others reveled in schadenfreude as the burly man wistfully looked at Xiao Han. He had waited many days for his turn, only to have such an incident occur because of a slip of the tongue.
If the Divine Doctor refused to treat him, he was truly going to cry.
Xiao Han glanced at the man, who immediately trembled, his face full of pleading.
"I came to discuss something with you, and just happened to run into a friend. Let's first take a look at her illness," Xiao Han said without mentioning the previous incident, which made the burly man breathe a sigh of relief, and his gaze towards Xiao Han filled with gratitude.
Xia Yujie was taken aback, then couldn't help but give a bitter smile and said, "Brother Xiao, you're mocking me. With your medical skill, there's no need for me to make a move."
He appeared very embarrassed, somewhat ashamed.
In terms of medical skill, Xia Yujie was very clear that he was far inferior to Xiao Han.
Between them, there simply wasn't the same level.
