Several followers and assistants also approached Ye Fan with smiles.

Ye Fan smiled and hugged Yang Yaodong:

"President Yang, you are joking, I am just a little doctor, how can I not have an elegant temperament?"

"On your side, not only have you lost weight, but your complexion has also deteriorated, and you also have signs of insomnia."

Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and took Yang Yaodong's pulse: "It seems that Brother Yang has been doing a lot of good things recently."

"Hahaha, you are indeed a miracle doctor. You can tell my condition just by looking at me."

Yang Yaodong admired Ye Fan. While pulling him to his seat, he vomited bitterness to Ye Fan:

"To tell you the truth, I've really been having a bad time recently."

"The rise of the Vatican doctors, their independence as a group, and the involvement of many big figures have made me a little anxious."

"I asked you to come here today. In addition to reminiscing about old times, I also want you to check things out."

Yang Yaodong rubbed his painful head: "You, Lu Ziye, have better brains and ideas than I do."

"Vatican doctor?"
Chapter completed!