"Brother Yuan! Look! At nine o'clock, it's the best royal sister! Her pulse must be excellent, come on!" The fat man encouraged frantically.
Retired war god and miracle doctor Lin Yuan just wants to open a medical clinic to provide for his retirement, but his fat brother regards him as a "magic tool to attract girls":
"Brother! That stewardess looks weak and needs your pulse and care urgently!"
Lin Yuan's head hurt: "Fat man, I asked you to take your pulse, but you are really not picking up girls!"
Until he was forced to diagnose the pulse of Su Qingxue, the CEO of Tianhai No. 1 Iceberg.
When his fingertips touched his wrist, Lin Yuan's tiger body trembled:
"Fat man! This pulse... She is my wife?!"
The fat man was dumbfounded: "What?! Take your wife's pulse directly?! Brother, what a magical skill!"
Su Qingxue sneered: "Quack doctor, are you talking nonsense when you check your pulse?"
Lin Yuan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Su, the cold poison is fatal, I can save you... By the way, let's talk about the marriage contract?"
"Get out!" (Su Qingxue) "Okay!" (Lin Yuan) - The pure dream is broken!
The gears of fate rotate crazily with the fat man:
Dandy harassment? Lin Yuan was paralyzed by the silver needle: "Shaking hands, occupational disease."
Killer assassination? Incarnate as Dark Night Shura: "Touch my wife? Have you asked about needles and fists?!"
The family forced the marriage? Su Qingxue gave up the contract: "Husband? It's him! This quack!"
The fat man was heartbroken:
"Brother Yuan! I asked you to seduce girls by checking their pulse, but I didn't ask you to directly bind to the ultimate boss!"
"It's okay now, the local gangsters want to kill you, the international enemies want to kill you, the Su family relatives want to chop you..."
