The short-haired woman, Lei Wan'er, with an impressive demeanor, glanced at Huang Xiaotian and said, "Don't speak too soon."
Zhong Nan spoke up, "I don't think it's that great either. If this Fang Xiaotian really had exceptional medical skills, this place would have been bustling with people by now. But right now..."
Huang Xiaotian snapped his fingers, "Yes, exactly. If they truly had talent, they'd be driving luxury cars, living in mansions, and sleeping with beauties by their side. Look at this place—it's pathetic."
As he spoke, Huang Xiaotian shook his head, with a look of deep regret.
Lei Wan'er seemed like she had something to say but didn't.
The three of them stood at the door for a while, finally feeling cold, they stepped into the clinic.
Inside the clinic, it was rather unremarkable. All the drawers of the medicine cabinet had been pulled out for ventilation because Fang Yi was preparing to buy herbs and wanted to air out the drawers first.
