"Doctor, you are so amazing. You can tell who is sick among us without even asking." Niu Dadan sat on the stool where the patients sat, looking at the old professor with admiration on his face.

The old professor was a little embarrassed by the naked admiration in Niu Dadan's eyes, so he could only explain in a hoarse voice, "I can tell from your faces which one of you is the patient."

At this point, he said to Niu Dadan, "Stretch out your hand so I can feel your pulse."

Niu Dadan responded obediently and cooperatively stretched out his left hand for the old professor to pick up.

As time passed, the expression on the old professor's face began to change.

He frowned for a while, then relaxed his brows, which made Niu Dadan feel scared.

Several times when he saw the old professor frowning tightly, he thought that his illness was incurable.

This time, seeing the old professor's brows furrowed tightly, I finally couldn't help but ask him, "Doctor, just tell me honestly, is there any medicine to cure my disease? Just tell me directly, I can handle it. After all, I have decades to live, and I'm over 60 now. If there really is no cure, I won't blame anyone."

The old professor released his hand from his pulse and snorted coldly when he heard this. "My dear patient, what do you mean by this? Are you doubting my medical skills? Didn't I just tell you that your disease is incurable?"

Niu Dadan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head honestly, "You didn't say it, but the way you look tells me that this disease is incurable."

"Stop overthinking. That's what you patients are like. You overthink everything. Even if you're not sick, you'll still let your imagination run wild. If you do get sick, you'll be scared to death by yourselves."

Niu Dadan's face turned red and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Jiang Shanshan and Xu Shike, who were standing aside, smiled after hearing what they said.

Seeing the frustrated Niu Dadan, Xu Shike suppressed his laughter and asked the old professor, "Doctor, how is my father's illness? Is there any problem?"

The old professor glanced at him and said, "It's not a serious illness, but I think there's something benign growing inside your body. I just need a small operation to remove it."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Shanshan and Xu Shike were both delighted.

Just benign!

Next, I discussed the surgery with the old professor.

Ten minutes later, three people came out of the clinic.

At this moment, Niu Dadan felt that his mind was still blank.

He understood every word the doctor said just now, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"San'er, San'er's wife, what did the doctor just say? Can my disease be cured? Will I die again?" When it came to the latter sentence, Niu Dadan hesitated for a long time before asking.

"Dad, the doctor means that your illness is not a serious one. It can be cured with a minor operation. The party, government and army will live long again in the future. Do you understand?" Xu Shike smiled and explained it to the old man again.

"I, I can still survive. I, I won't die." Niu Dadan, who was now completely clear-headed, asked the young couple in front of him with shock in his eyes.

"Yes, you can live to be a hundred years old. So, you don't have to worry about not living anymore. You can still live for several more decades." Jiang Shanshan said to the old man with a smile.