After Su Han finished speaking, the crowd surrounding them burst into laughter.
It turned out that these people had no other illnesses at all. Unexpectedly, this so-called authentic Chinese Medicine doctor, Han Lixuan, couldn't even trust his own judgment.
"A Divine Doctor, huh? He can't even be sure of his own diagnoses, what a joke!"
"Exactly! He isn't even sure whether the patients are ill, and he dares to call himself a true practitioner of Chinese Medicine, how embarrassing!"
The crowd laughed uproariously, making Han Lixuan's face turn red with embarrassment, wishing he could just crawl into a hole.
Su Han's remark, that he couldn't even deceive himself, much less others, felt like a harsh slap across Han Lixuan's face.
"You!" Han Lixuan, pointing at Su Han with a trembling finger, said in a fury, "You clearly set a trap for me!"
"So what if I did?" Su Han raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "It just proves that your medical skills are lacking."