"Are you also here to treat Lord Guzman?"

Just as Yang Yan casually found a stool and sat down, a man in a white coat approached him and asked.

"I'm not sure for now. If the price the other party offers satisfies me, I don't mind helping him with the treatment."

Yang Yan said with a smile.

He spoke earnestly, and the man was visibly taken aback, then awkwardly smiled, unsure of what to say.

On the side, another person gave a disdainful smile and mocked Yang Yan:

"Ha! Aren't Eastern men supposed to be very reserved? Why are you so conceited?"

"Ha—Ha—"

Yang Yan sneered twice, ignoring the person's provocation.

Anyway, he's here to make money, he couldn't care less about other matters.

As Yang Yan mentioned earlier, if the master here offers a reasonable price, he will help cure the illness.

If the other party is stingy with their wealth, he will just turn and leave.

Seeing Yang Yan ignore him, the man was visibly taken aback, then glared at him harshly, snorted coldly, and turned to discuss with the person beside him.

Just as Yang Yan's patience was about to wear thin, the door finally opened.

An elderly man was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed out while surrounded by people.

When he appeared, the surrounding doctors immediately stood up and rushed to bow to the elder.

Each of them was extremely respectful.

"What's your deal? How can you not bow when you see Lord Guzman! Who brought you in without teaching you any manners?"

A man following Guzman suddenly fixed his gaze on Yang Yan, who was sitting on the couch, and said unhappily.

Meeting the man's gaze, Yang Yan's mouth curled into a cold smile.

These guys with developed limbs and simple minds, do they have muscles growing in their brains?

He's here to treat people, not to pay homage to the emperor.

Where does this guy get the nerve to demand that he bows to this so-called Lord Guzman?

The other party should be the one bowing to him instead, don't you think!

"Pete, watch your attitude! This is Dr. Yang, who cured Paul's brother. I brought him here."

Just as Yang Yan stood up and was about to turn and leave, Quinn spoke up.

After saying this, he gave Yang Yan a meaningful look.

In his eyes was a hint of pleading, obviously hoping he'd stay for a bit longer.

"Oh? So he's the doctor who cured the Paul's kid?"

Lord Guzman in the wheelchair finally spoke.

"Yes, Lord, it's him."

Quinn replied respectfully.

"Very good, very impressive! It seems he's different from those others who are just good at bootlicking."

Lord Guzman regarded Yang Yan with a friendly smile for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

Once Lord Guzman spoke, those doctors who had stood up to bow felt extremely awkward.

Even a fool could tell that Lord Guzman was referring to them.

However, they didn't dare to blame the elder, not even daring to show a hint of displeasure.

Almost instinctively, they blamed it all on Yang Yan on the side.

"Alright, let's skip the nonsense. The reason I gathered everyone here today is that you're all the best in the field, and also the best doctors I could find in the shortest time."

Lord Guzman slowly stood up and said in a deep voice.

Although his health condition wasn't great, when he stood up, an aura of authority naturally emanated from him, making it impossible to ignore.

Even Yang Yan couldn't help but take another look at him.

Undoubtedly, this Lord Guzman before him is by no means simple.

"Your Excellency overpraises us, we're merely somewhat accomplished, hardly the best doctors."

The man who initially mocked Yang Yan hurriedly expressed his humility after hearing Lord Guzman's words.

"Alright, don't be modest. If you weren't truly skilled, you wouldn't have the qualifications to be here today."

Lord Guzman then gave a knowing glance to a woman beside him who resembled a secretary, who immediately caught on and nodded, taking a few documents from her bag.

"These are Lord Guzman's physical examination reports, from the best hospital in Manhattan and done by the most experienced doctors. Please take a good look at them."

The female secretary placed the documents on the table and spoke softly.

"Alright, sit down and carefully review them!"

After Lord Guzman finished speaking, he sat back into the wheelchair and began waiting quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking, these people quickly exchanged glances and then rushed to take the examination reports to read them rapidly.

Damn!

Are you kidding me?

I can only speak and listen, can't read at all, what's the point of looking at these!

After complaining inwardly, Yang Yan started to idly look around.

"Hey! What's with you?"

Pete saw that Yang Yan didn't take the documents but was glancing around, and immediately got angry.

This guy dares to be so confident?

Not even looking at the examination report!

What kind of attitude is this?

Does he think he can mess with the Guzman Clan like this!

"Are you talking to me?"

Yang Yan looked at Pete and asked calmly.

"Of course! Who else would I be asking? What do you mean by not looking at the examination report, are you trying to fool us or do you think so little of us?"

Pete angrily questioned.

"I can't understand it! It's written in English, and I don't know English."

Yang Yan shrugged helplessly and said sincerely.

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Pete was just dumbfounded.

Not only him, but everyone around who heard this couldn't help but turn their gaze to Yang Yan.

"You damned guy, are you messing with me on purpose?"

Pete looked at Yang Yan furiously and said.

He felt Yang Yan was treating him like an idiot.

This guy, although he has an Asian face, speaks English so well that even Pete thought Yang Yan was a native Asian.

Now he claims not to know English, who would believe that?

He must be doing this on purpose to get back at him.

That's it!

"Damn it! Do you even know where you are? Do you think this is your own home? You're dead today!"

Pete was completely enraged by Yang Yan, rolling up his sleeves as he advanced towards him.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Yang Yan pursed his lips, entirely unmoved:

"Besides, it wasn't my idea to be here today, it's you who invited me."

"However, it seems like you don't need me, so I'll be going."

Yang Yan finished his sentence and turned to leave.

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