Lin Xiao turned his head slightly and looked directly at Mr. Yang.
He just observed Mr. Yang's mental state. If he wanted to make a 100% accurate judgment, he still needed to take a pulse to make a final determination.
"Okay, please do it, Mr. Lin."
Mr. Yang smiled slightly and nodded lightly.
Of course, he didn't take Lin Xiao seriously, but in a polite and courteous manner, he still didn't refuse.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Xiao stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Yang's wrist, feeling the changes in his pulse.
Except for Yang Zhen, all the people behind him looked disdainful.
At the same time, they were all waiting for Lin Xiao to make a fool of himself.
"I want to see what he can diagnose."
Yang Xing curled his lips and sat on the chair to wait.
Lin Xiao felt the pulse on Mr. Yang's left hand and then on his right wrist.
It wasn't until two minutes later that he slowly retracted his palm.
"If you really have medical skills, you should be able to judge it."
"How about, now, you still say that my diagnosis is wrong?"
Wang Zhengliang slowly raised his head, looked at Lin Xiao and asked.
Everyone else also looked at Lin Xiao with ridicule in their eyes.
"Your diagnosis was originally wrong."
However, when Lin Xiao said one sentence, everyone's expressions suddenly froze.
I thought that Lin Xiao just stepped forward deliberately to show off his presence.
After some pretense, Mr. Wang’s judgment was accurate.
But they didn't expect that until this moment, Lin Xiao would dare to say that Wang Zhengliang's judgment was wrong.
"Junior! Are you done?"
"To flatter me? Don't even look at where my Yang family is!"
Yang Xing slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Lin Xiao and yelled angrily.
But this time, even Yang Zhen kept winking at Lin Xiao.
He wanted Lin Xiao to take action to help Mr. Yang delay his illness.
But he never thought about letting Lin Xiao question Wang Zhengliang's medical skills!
If he offends Wang Zhengliang and turns around and leaves, wouldn't Mr. Yang be completely hopeless?
"Why are you so thick-skinned?"
Wang Zhengliang's granddaughter couldn't help but curse.
Even with Wang Zhengliang's state of mind, he was a little annoyed at this time.
"Then tell me, what is Mr. Yang's illness?"
Wang Zhengliang looked at Lin Xiao, his brows already furrowed.
"Mr. Yang's disease is not ALS."
"It's a type of myasthenia gravis."
Lin Xiao slowly raised his head and sounded very confident.
"Joke! Isn't myasthenia gravis just ALS?"
Yang Xing sneered and shouted to Lin Xiao again.
However, when he said these words, several doctors coughed in embarrassment.
Even Wang Zhengliang looked at Yang Xing speechlessly.
The early symptoms of myasthenia gravis and ALS are indeed very similar.
They all gradually lose the ability to move.
But these two diseases are indeed not the same.
"What, what's wrong? Are these two diseases?"
When Yang Xing saw this, he couldn't help but blush, and then he honestly shut his mouth.
In the medical field, this is not his strong point after all.