Beauty's Supreme Expert

After saying this, Lin Fann looked at Nangong Yun, "What do you think, Young Master Nangong?"    

"I hope your medical skills are as good as your attitude."    

A smile appeared on Nangong Yun's gloomy face. He sneered and said, "Dr. George, did you hear that, your toys are interfering with the treatment."    

"Young Master Nangong, I …"    

Being stared at by Nangong Yun, George immediately explained.    

However, before he could finish his sentence, Nangong Yun interrupted him: "Do you need to repeat my words again?"    

Hiss ~    

After taking a deep breath, George shivered and quickly ordered his assistant to move the medical equipment.    

When one was under a roof, one had no choice but to lower their head.    

If it was abroad, it would be alright, but with his identity, he wouldn't be afraid.    

But now in China, as long as Nangong Yun wanted to, he could find a way to kill him at any time.    

And it was a silent killing.    

This was what frightened George. The terror of Nangong Family was not a joke.    

Three minutes later, after the medical equipment had been removed from the room, it suddenly became empty.    

"There's no such thing now. Can you start the treatment?"    

Nangong Yun looked coldly at Lin Fann and ridiculed, "You better pray that your medical skills are the same as your attitude. Otherwise, I'll let you know what regret is."    

"Young Master Nangong, if I wasn't strong enough, I might have been scared to the point of peeing."    

Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile as he walked to the bedside and put his finger on the lady's wrist.    

Traditional Chinese Medicine?    

Regardless of whether it was Nangong Yun or George who had just returned from moving the equipment, they were both stunned when they saw Lin Fann's pulse control actions.    

Never in their wildest dreams did they expect that Lin Fann's treatment method was Chinese medicine.    

"I thought he knew some kind of medical skills, but it turns out he's just a useless Chinese doctor."    

George looked at Lin Fann with ridicule in his eyes, "I thought you had some powerful moves, but it turns out to be Chinese medicine. Are you here to stir up the atmosphere?"    

"What did you say?"    

After finishing his pulse, Lin Fann raised his head and glanced at George, "Your western medicine is very powerful, but it can't be treated. Is it useful?"    

"Humph, a disease that even western medicine cannot treat, even more so for traditional Chinese medicine."    

This time, George didn't get angry. He crossed his arms and sat down on the sofa: "Director Gao, you really dare to find anyone."    

"Dr. George, actually, I quite agree with what Mr. Lin said just now."    

Looking at the slanted George, High Energy snorted and said, "Your western medicine is very powerful, but it can't cure my wife's disease."    

"Director Gao, you …"    

George was so angry that he was about to explode. He coldly snorted and didn't say anything else.    

"Dr. George, take a good look at how he's treated."    

Mu Rong Yun's voice was filled with indifference as he shouted towards George, "Who knows? Maybe Chinese medicine will really be useful."    

"Young Master Nangong, this kind of unscientific method is also called medical skills. It's clearly an oddity in the world of medical skills."    

Using the idiom he learned in China, George scolded, "Touching your wrist without checking the instruments is clearly fooling people."    

"Dr. George, there's something wrong with the medicine you just injected."    

Lin Fann, who had finished his pulse, shook his head and sighed: "Although the original lady's condition was not good, she was able to maintain it for a long time. The moment she was disturbed by your medicine, she immediately broke out."    

"Hmph, are you trying to slander me?"    

George was stunned, then immediately reacted: "I can't cure you, so you want to owe me?"