"What do you want?"
Zander, who was nearby, finally could not stand it anymore as he asked angrily.
The surrounding onlookers could not bear to watch either as they glared at Mr. Yale.
"Dr. Lennon's explanation is already profound enough to prove that he is an extraordinary doctor. What more do you want?"
"Are you purposely trying to cause trouble?"
"F*ck off. F*ck off. F*ck off. Don't cause trouble here, or we'll call the police!"
Many people yelled at Mr. Yale together, immediately making his expression ghastly.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been humiliated and left in shame, but Mr. Yale still sat in front of Sean.
"I won't test your theoretical knowledge anymore. I want to see your real medical skills... Aren't you a miracle doctor? Diagnose me and find out what's wrong with me."
With that said, Mr. Yale put out his hand and put it in front of Sean.
Sean looked at Mr. Yale carefully for a moment before extending his right hand, putting his index and middle finger together, and pressing them on his wrist pulse.
"Well? Have you diagnosed my illness and its cause?"
Mr. Yale asked smugly.
He was secretly laughing because he knew Dr. Lennon would never be able to diagnose his illness or its cause.
It was because he was not sick!
He just disliked Sean's sudden popularity as a traditional medicine expert in Midwich, so he caused trouble to suppress Sean's limelight.
He was healthy. He did a general physical examination not long ago. He had no serious illnesses, let alone minor illnesses.
However, Sean's face gradually became solemn.
"Did you diagnose anything? If you can't, just say so! Haha, Dr. Lennon is just a fraud!"
Mr. Yale sneered.
However, Sean suddenly looked up at Mr. Yale in front of him and said, "You're ill, seriously ill."
As soon as he said that, Mr. Yale's expression changed.
He had a look of disbelief. Then he burst into laughter.
Although he was shocked at first, he immediately realized Sean was lying and bluffing.
"Dr. Lennon oh Dr. Lennon, you fraud. I didn't expect to be right. You're a f*cking fraud! I'm telling you. I'm not ill. I'm just tricking you! Look at this if you don't believe me. This is my physical examination report. I'm healthy!"
With that said, Mr. Yale pulled out a general physical examination report and slammed it onto the table.
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