Yue Mingxuan reached out his hand and slapped Xi Yu on the head. "Can you stop screaming like someone being slaughtered? There are other patients in our clinic."
Xi Yu was lying face down on the treatment table and when he suddenly being slapped on the head, he said angrily, "Why did you hit me?"
This little guy actually dared to slap his head.
The last person who dared to do that already had grass growing tall on his grave.
If it were not because Yue Mingxuan was a man acting as a healer, Xi Yu would have already gotten up and killed him.
Seeing that Xi Yu stopped screaming after that slap, Yue Mingxuan was quite satisfied and continued applying alcohol to Xi Yu's back.
This alcohol had been refined many times by a master brewer from the west side of the city at Yue Mingxuan's request.
Even if it was not eighty proof, it was at least ninety.
In this regard, he had not treated Xi Yu badly at all.
