Pretending to Be Sick? I'll Cure You Until You Fly!

Many years later, Yue Yu, who has become a director, dean, academician, outstanding young scholar, and Yangtze River Scholar, is imparting experience to interns. "Rule number one, never believe a patient's lies." "You are a doctor, and if you say he is sick, then he is sick." "Many patients like to pretend to be sick. Pay attention, they are pretending not to be sick. In this case, you need to give them harsh medicine until they scream." As he spoke, Yue Yu suddenly felt a breath passing through the air. When Void grabbed hold, a fierce-looking man appeared in his hand. "Now, let's take this as an example." The interns below looked at each other. The person in Yue Yu's hands like a chicken was actually a wanted criminal who had been circulating in the local area for a long time. "You are sick, but don't be afraid, doctor, I will cure you soon." "Uh, ah, I... I'm really not sick, big... Doctor." Yue Yu's iron hand was embedded in his neck, making it extremely difficult to speak. "If you keep talking back, I will see that you are having trouble breathing! Watch out, my punch will relax the Jing and activate the bones!" "Ahem... Let's get back to the topic. This man suffered from theft and has now been cured. Did the patient just refuse to admit that he was sick?" Seeing that everyone around him was deep in thought, Yue Yu was very satisfied. "Then we, as doctors, must have humanistic care. Many patients don't like to be told about their diseases. We can use many good reasons such as difficulty in breathing..." Everyone looked at the dead man who could no longer die, and then looked at the talkative dean, and they always felt that something was wrong?