"Sure, isn't your cousin my cousin too? Why don't you all take a seat, and I'll take him for a quick check-up first, and if there's anything, we'll discuss it afterwards," the man in the white coat said with a welcoming smile.
He patted Mu Yin's shoulder familiarly, "Come on, my examination room is this way."
"Young master, I'll come with you," Zhu Hongyan didn't forget Mu Yin's reminder and followed quickly.
Seeing this, Quan Fengyan stood up, "Then let's all go, it'd be good to hear what needs attention."
Fengyan's face was full of concern, showing no flaw whatsoever.
"Okay," Mu Yin nodded and followed.
The clinic rooms were few, each marked with the sign of its specialty.
Not until they reached the plaque for the Department of Gastroenterology did the man in the white coat push the door open, "Come in and have a seat."
Mu Yin took a seat in the consultation area.
"What seems to be the problem?" the man asked as he took out his stethoscope.
