"You look healthier than a healthy person, not at all like someone who hurt his foot." Huo Mian walked over with his chart and looked at Tang Chuan.
"My mentality has nothing to do with my foot. I'm an optimist, even if I lose a leg, I will still drink and eat if I wish."
Huo Mian ignored the talkative man in front of her and looked down at his chart.
He twisted his ankle playing basketball. It really wasn't a big deal – all he needed to do was go see a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and then spend some time recovering at home.
Why make a big deal of it by coming to South Side? Was he here to burn money?
Huo Mian closed his file and looked at Tang Chuan through her black-rimmed glasses. "I took a look at your chart, you don't need to stay here at South Side, you can recover at home. Are you sure you want to take up a room here?"
