The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 1282
Chapter 1282
“Old Master Parker, can! feel your pulse?”
Sean turned his head slightly and looked directly at Old Master Parker.
He had just observed Old Master Parker’s state of mind. He needed to feel his pulse if he wanted a 100% accurate diagnosis.
“Yes. Please feel free to do so, Mr. Lennon.”
Old Master Parker smiled and nodded slightly.
Of course, he did not take Sean seriously. However, he did not refuse as he was polite.
With everyone watching, Sean grabbed Old Master Parker’s wrist and felt the pulse change.
The men behind him looked disdainful, except for Andrew.
They were waiting for Sean to make a fool of himself.
“I’d like to see what he can diagnose.”
Anderson curled his lip and sat in a chair, waiting.
Sean felt the pulse of Old Master Parker’s left hand and then his right wrist.
It was not until two minutes later that he slowly withdrew his hand.
“If you know medicine, you would be able to tell.
“Well? Are you still going to say my diagnosis is wrong?”
Leonard asked, slowly looking up at Sean.
Everyone else looked at Sean sarcastically.
“Your diagnosis is wrong.”
Everyone’s expression instantly froze when Sean said that.
They thought Sean was only stepping up deliberately to get their attention. Then he would say Dr. Wester’s diagnosis
was right after putting on a show. They did not expect Sean to declare Leonard’s diagnosis wrong until now.
“Kid! Are you looking for trouble?
“Are you trying to get attention? Look at where you are!”
Anderson snapped, slapping the table and pointing his hand at Sean.
Even Andrew kept giving looks at Sean.
He wanted Sean to help alleviate Old Master Parker’s illness.
However, he never wanted Sean to question Leonard’s medical skills!
Would Old Master Parker not be dead if he offended Leonard, making Leonard leave?
“How can you be so thick skinned?”
Leonard’s granddaughter could not help but swear.
Even Leonard was a little irritated at this point.
“What do you think Old Master Parker has?”
Leonard looked at Sean, already frowning.
“Old Master Parker’s disease isn’t amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
“It’s a type of myasthenia gravis.”
Sean looked up slowly and spoke confidently.
“You must be joking! Isn’t myasthenia gravis amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?”
Anderson sneered and shouted again at Sean.
However, several doctors coughed awkwardly as soon as he spoke.
Leonard also looked at Anderson, speechless.
The early symptoms of myasthenia gravis and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis were indeed similar.
You would gradually become immobilized.
However, these two diseases were not the same.
“What... What? Are they two different diseases?”
Anderson blushed and then kept his mouth shut.
The medical industry was not his strong suit after all.