Zhu Bufan finally got a close look at the black mole on Du Yujiao's leg. This thing was very conspicuous; you could see it from a distance, but Zhu Bufan unscrupulously leaned in closer, stared for quite a while, then even sniffed it with his nose, which infuriated Zhan Feiyu. Her pretty face turned an iron shade of blue as she stomped furiously behind him, almost wishing she could rush up and slaughter this scoundrel on the spot!
After examining for quite some time, Zhu Bufan nodded again and said, "It is indeed a Black Heart Mole, no mistake."
"Nonsense!" Zhan Feiyu roared. "You stared for so long only to come up with that? You might as well have not looked at all!"
"Shut up," Du Yujiao shouted sternly. "When a doctor diagnoses an illness, isn't it through looking, smelling, asking, and feeling the pulse? If you don't understand, then don't meddle blindly. Go over there and stay out of the way, don't interfere with Zhu Bufan while he's treating the illness."
