บท 2342: Venting

"Yes. Yes, yes!" The group of doctor submissively hurried over and took Miss Qiao's pulse one by one.

Afterwards, they all looked at each other in dismay.

"This girl's pulse is strong and healthy. Her body is in excellent condition!"

"Then why is she in a coma??" Mo Lian roared. Zou Huan and the others who were standing at the door couldn't help but tremble.

"Are all the doctors in South City here? Are there any better doctors!"

The group of doctors promptly wanted to cry.

Even though South City wasn't huge, the top doctors there were very famous.

This handsome man in front of them had such a terrifying expression, like he had swallowed fire meteors. It seemed like if they could not give a reasonable explanation, they might possibly not be able to leave this inn!

"You bunch of quack doctors! If you can't treat Our Qiaoqiao, We will make sure you all get beheaded!"