While Tian Hailu and Tian Qiushuang go upstairs to change clothes, Li Yong walks to the hall of the clinic. He sees no one in front of Yang Changkong’s consulting room. There is even no one inside his room.

Li Yong opens the clairvoyant vision and finds that Yang Changkong is reading a book leisurely.

It seems that the registration fee of 1,000 yuan is still difficult for ordinary patients to afford.

Li Yong walks over and smiles, “Senior Brother, ...