"Get out. You need to leave first."
Her boyfriend frowned. He glanced at Wu Ting, then at Zhang Yan's slightly lifted shirt, and walked out suspiciously. He didn't go far, however, choosing instead to eavesdrop from behind the curtain.
Wu Ting continued to question the patient, his tone very serious:
"Any abnormalities with the nipple or areola? For example, is one nipple slightly retracted, or suddenly raised?"
Hearing Wu Ting's questions, Zhang Yan nodded, utterly astonished:
"Director Wu, how did you know? The nipple on my right breast... it's a little retracted... but only very slightly..."
While Zhang Yan and Wu Ting were discussing this, the boyfriend waiting outside couldn't take it anymore.
"What kind of director are you?! You scumbag! We came here for a liver problem, and you're asking these lewd questions?"
Her boyfriend's shouting made Zhang Yan flush with shame and anger.
"Ah Bin, what are you talking about? Director Wu is diagnosing me."
