Tightly biting her lips, she cast a venomous look at Yin Xilin before Huang Yiyi finally turned her head.
After about three or four minutes, a voice exclaimed from the audience, "It's swelling! Look at his neck!"
Everyone quickly looked toward the arena and saw the elderly man on the bed, with lumps resembling tumors slowly bulging on his neck at a visibly slow pace. In no time, five or six lumps had formed on the right side of his neck.
"Sir, how are you feeling now?" An Yiqing asked softly.
"Comfortable! I haven't felt this comfortable in years!" The elderly man's complexion was noticeably rosier than before, his eyes sparkled, and even his voice carried more strength.
An Yiqing nodded in relief and looked towards the judges' table: "Respected judges, the swelling on the patient's neck is lymphatic. I would like to ask the experts to examine it."
