"Have you been drinking, and did you share a bed?" Lin Miao glanced coldly at Zhao Yuanze, putting down the wrist he was diagnosing, and said, "My friend, I can't treat your condition. Perhaps you should seek someone more skilled."
"What? On what basis? You're a physician, running a business, why won't you treat me?" The stern tone made it hard for Zhao Yuanze to maintain his composure, and he couldn't help but question angrily.
"Did I not tell you before that during treatment, no alcohol, no intimacy, for at least three months?" Lin Miao retorted.
Zhao Yuanze was momentarily speechless at these words. Indeed, during the first prescription Lin Miao gave him, he was warned about these precautions, and they were specially emphasized.
"Are you feeling better and just trying your luck?" Lin Miao easily saw through Zhao Yuanze's thoughts.
