Du Heng rolled his eyes sharply at Jin Zan.
"You're a lost cause. If they ever cut open your head, I bet it would be full of nothing but bone fragments. If you can't make it in orthopedics one day, you'll starve to death out here."
Du Heng, utterly exasperated with Jin Zan, continued, "Besides, have you ever seen anyone who practices yoga break out in a sweat?"
"Isn't that exercise, though?"
"Exercise, my ass! Others might not know better, but don't you, as a doctor, understand? Apart from improving flexibility, what else can yoga do? Do you even know what it was originally for? Do you really think something like that has any 'exercise genes' in it?
"It serves three main purposes: first, it does help women achieve a good figure, but that has nothing to do with exercise. Second, it satisfies the perverted desires of men like you. Third, it scams money from women like your wife.
