"I can't be a doctor?"

Li Shengnan:

"I can't see it."

Ye Chen:

"The doctor still has to write it on his face?"

Li Shengnan:

"You don't wear a stethoscope, you don't wear a white coat, you don't carry a medicine box, you don't have a slut, and you're a slutty boy, you're young at a young age, who do you think you're a doctor?"

"The doctor in the martial arts world? The kind who sells bullshit plaster?"

Ye Chen:

"I'm not a seller of dog skin plaster, I'm a stinger."

"Hahaha..." Li Shengnan showed two tiger teeth and laughed:

"It's all the same. They are all quacks who stick to the telephone pole and recruit business in the toilet. You're so ridiculous."

Ding Weijun didn't laugh because it was recommended to him by his son and daughter.

Secondly, when he saw Ye Chen, he felt a different temperament.

This temperament is not something that a doctor in the martial arts world can do.

It is a kind of confidence to calm down and calm.

Not a false person who cheats.

Mountains of Tai collapse in front of him and do not change their colors, and small dances in front of him and do not move. This kind of concentration cannot be possessed without strong self-confidence.

Seeing Li Shengnan mocking him, he was not in a hurry at all, not angry, and calm and composed.

Li Shengnan said to Ye Chen:

"You go back, you're nothing wrong with you. Paul is a famous doctor and is famous abroad... By the way, he is a doctor of medicine."

Asked Ye Chen again:

"What is your education? Don't tell me that you haven't graduated from college yet."

Ye Chen spread his hands:
Chapter completed!