CHAPTER 60

Every time she finished an important point, Madeline would seriously ask him if there was anything he didn't understand.

His answer, always, was no.

Before he knew it, it was twelve o'clock.

Madeline had covered the basics of pulse-taking and diagnosis, and had almost finished.

Glancing down at her watch, Madeline's gaze softly fell on Xavier's face.

At the moment, he was looking at her intently, and his eyes were like two invisible nets that could trap a person if he wasn't careful.

After a second of wandering, Madeline softly said, "I've finished telling you some very basic things, did you understand everything?"

"Yeah." He continued to look at her, his voice damn good.

"Really?" Madeline was skeptical.

If it was true, then this man was more than a genius in medicine. This was simply a once-in-a-thousand-year miracle talent.

In the current medicine world, there was absolutely no one with more talent than him.