Miyamoto Satoshi checked Take Shitamura's injuries, his expression turning exceedingly grim. He hadn't expected Take Shitamura to be so severely wounded.
"I need the relevant departments of Shenghe Hospital to cooperate with me in conducting a full-body examination on Take Shitamura," Miyamoto Satoshi said, his face dark. "First, administer a shot of cardiac stimulant to stabilize him. Then, I need to know the condition of his bones, muscles, internal organs, and brain…"
"You must be a fake Sang Jing Medicine King, right?" the Ghost Doctor asked.
Miyamoto Satoshi was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Do you really need help with the things you just mentioned? I can diagnose such minor matters all by myself. It seems the gap between our medical skills is quite large," the Ghost Doctor said with disdain.
"Ghost Doctor!" Miyamoto Satoshi snapped. "A man's life is at stake! Is this the time for jokes and bragging?"
