Chapter 269

• Sullivan spoke up.
• Seeing the playful grin on Sullivan’s face, Xu Wenhua’s chest tightened. Damn, did this kid figure something out?
• But the next second, he told himself it was impossible. Traditional medicine relies on looking, listening, asking, and checking the pulse. This kid stood in the back at best and only did the first step—just looking. He didn’t even take Ms. White’s pulse. How could he tell if the diagnosis was real or fake?