บท 350: Blowing of the Wind

"I said, you're sick. There's an illness in your torso and it has to be treated."

"Is it real?" Wu Yueran still did not believe him, but the electric shock-like feeling just now was very painful. His waist was still a bit numb.

"Stand up. Bend your waist and touch the tip of your toes with your hands."

Wu Yueran got up and did what Wang Yao said without thinking about it.

Wang Yao stretched out his hand and poked Wu Yueran's waist.

Ouch!

Wu Yueran shrieked and jumped.

He felt a pain on his waist just now, as if his waist was being pricked by a needle.

"What's going on?!" He saw that Wang Yao did not have anything on his finger.

"I've already said that you have an illness. Do you believe me now?"

"Are you a doctor?" From giving a snort of contempt, Wu Yueran had already become completely dubious about it.

"I'm a pharmacist."

"Huh? A pharmacist? What's that?" Wu Yueran had never heard of this title.