Looking at the money in his hand, Yin Xiaofan felt delightful. He had made a hundred bucks so quickly, and this was just the beginning; soon, more money would come knocking on his door.
"Hey young man, can you check me out too?" Seeing the old man walk away joyfully, another elderly lady approached him immediately.
"Sure, please stretch out your hand so I can take your pulse." After a good start, business had become much easier.
The lady did not hesitate and stretched out her arm right away.
Yin Xiaofan placed his hand on her wrist and began to take her pulse.
"Young man, what's wrong with me?" the lady asked anxiously as Yin Xiaofan withdrew his hand.
"Do you often feel chest discomfort, shortness of breath, and get tired easily?" Yin Xiaofan inquired.
"Yes, that's exactly what's been bothering me!" The symptoms Yin Xiaofan mentioned were all present, and the lady became very excited. "What's really wrong with me?"
