"You can choose not to believe me,"
Zhang Xiaofan spread his hands and said.
"Mom, we should trust Xiaofan,"
Bai Bingbing, holding Zhao Yahui's hand, spoke.
"Fine then,"
Zhao Yahui, although deep down still didn't believe that Zhang Xiaofan could cure her, had decided to give Zhang Xiaofan a try, and her previous words were just said in passing.
"In that case, please auntie take off your top and lie down on the bed,"
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently.
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yahui also started to take off her top.
Zhang Xiaofan, meanwhile, turned his head politely.
In reality, it was unnecessary, for what needed to be seen would still have to be seen.
For Bai Bingbing, it hadn't occurred to her that Zhang Xiaofan's method of treatment required her mother to take off her top.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable about it.
And it was happening right in front of her.
Yet, thinking that Zhang Xiaofan was a doctor, she felt it was normal after all.
"I'm ready!"