Hearing everyone's doubts about Ye Hao, Zhu Xiangwu was also embarrassed at the moment.

"Really? You are so powerful, so why can't you cure your asthma?"

Ye Hao turned back indifferently.

"You can't cure such a minor illness. You mean you are a famous doctor?"

"Are you ashamed to say that you are a national player under Zhong Beishan?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will disgrace old Mr. Zhong Beishan?"

While Ye Hao was speaking, he still kept moving, but kept pressing Zhu Guanglu's big acupoints.

He has stimulated Zhu Guanglu's vitality now, just wait a few more minutes, then he can wake up temporarily.

In this case, it will be no problem to use traditional medical methods for treatment.

Of course, the most important thing is that Ye Hao suppressed Zhu Guanglu's dead breath, and he took his life back.

"Your asthma should have been there since you were in high school, right?"

Ye Hao continued to speak at this moment.

"You should have tried to practice Tai Chi at that time, only to find out that you had asthma for no reason!"

"From now on, let alone practicing boxing, you don't even dare to exercise?"

"You claim to be unparalleled in medicine, but in the end you can't even solve this problem of your own. How are you?"

Hearing Ye Hao point out his faults word by word, Hua Rong, who was still complacent just now, was slightly taken aback, then completely stunned: "How do you know that I have asthma!?"

Huarong's complexion was extremely ugly. She had taken a lot of medicine for her asthma, and even had some non-invasive operations.

But what about the result?

It didn't help at all.

And she has always kept her biggest secret hidden. When she fell ill, she would hide in the toilet so that no one could see her.

But unexpectedly, Ye Hao directly broke this thing.

And in this way, I am afraid that everyone will question her medical skills.

Seeing Huarong's shocked expression, Ye Hao continued to slap his face lightly, without any politeness: "Don't you understand that this is the gap between you and me?"

"I can tell what's wrong with you at a glance. Do you think I can save people?"

Hua Rong's face was so ugly by Ye Hao, she couldn't help but said at this moment: "Okay, even if you have some eyesight, but I don't believe it, you are really that good!"

"Can you still live the dead without making bones?"

"You think you are a fairy!"

"Let me tell you, Director Zhu Guanglu is dead!"

Obviously, in Hua Rong's cognition, if a person falls into such a situation, it is definitely hopeless.

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