Li Feng knew what Qian Zheng meant, but he just shrugged his shoulders and didn't care, since money was really just a number to him.
Back in Beijing, when he treated those big shots, if he had really wanted money, who knows how wealthy he would be by now.
After confirming the conditions, Li Feng went straight in front of two basins of water.
Then he began to wash his hands slowly, his movements exceedingly gradual, like a sloth, which made observers' minds slow down along with him.
Song Yueyue watched in bafflement. Wasn't this supposed to be a healing session? What was with the handwashing act?
And when she looked at the Qian Family members, why weren't they objecting? "Xin Yan, is this guy really treating the patient?" Song Yueyue could not help but voice her curiosity to Lin Xinyan.
"Yes," Lin Xinyan replied with a smile and a nod.
"What kind of treatment is this? It's just handwashing, right?" Song Yueyue rolled her eyes, clearly disbelieving.
