The Heir of the Duke of the Country looked harshly at the patient being examined: "It's just a common allergy, it will be fine in a few days. Why is a grown man being so squeamish?"
The patient was scared by the Heir of the Duke's demeanor, quickly adjusted his clothes and left in haste.
"Young Master, your wound has healed, there's no need for you to come to me anymore. What do you want now?" Jiang Jing was displeased.
"I feel the wound is still quite painful. Is it because your medical skills are lacking?" The Heir of the Duke of the Country seated himself in front of her. "As my doctor, as long as I, the patient, don't say I'm well, you have to re-examine me and check my health."
Jiang Jing lifted the leg of his trousers.
The Heir of the Duke quickly stopped her action: "What are you doing? In broad daylight, with so many people around!"
Jiang Jing looked at him speechlessly: "Young Master, I am a doctor."
