Upon hearing that she was specifically requested to diagnose, Lin Zhihan felt a vague sense of disappointment, thinking someone was enamored by her beauty and unable to stop, getting kidnapped in broad daylight. As it turns out, what they admired was her medical skill.
Lin Zhihan collected herself, took the stethoscope in hand, and strode inside.
Before she could see clearly who was lying in the bed, she heard a hoarse, low, and extremely impatient voice, "Get out!"
Lin Zhihan paused slightly again, her disgust growing stronger. She hated men shouting in hospital wards, it severely affected the patients' rest.
The next moment, another man's voice drifted out from somewhere inside the room, "Young Master, I follow the old lady's orders and can only leave once I assure everything's fine after your check-up."
Check-up?
Young Master?
Hearing this, Lin Zhihan walked inside with questions.
