Double luck—not needing to draw blood.
In the bright medical office.
The girl wearing a golden mask attracted the curious gaze of several medical staff in the corridor.
She seemed already accustomed to this and didn't have any intention of taking off the mask, just leaned against the windowsill with her arms crossed, quietly observing Yang Ming.
Yang Ming sat honestly in front of the doctor, surrounded by a few electronic goldfish swimming in the air; the most renowned psychologist in this military hospital was trying to understand Yang Ming's condition.
"I'm not sick."
Yang Ming declared confidently.
"Yes," the old doctor adjusted his glasses, "seeing your rosy complexion and calm breathing, your body most probably isn't in pain, but my department is called Psychological Health. If you're sure you're not sick, let's just have a chat."
"Sure, doctor," Yang Ming relaxed against the chair back, "I'll cover the consultation fee."
