Chapter 1282
Summon Of The Sword
âOld Master Parker, can! feel your pulse?â
Sean turned his head slightly and looked directly at Old Master Parker.
He had just observed Old Master Parkerâs state of mind. He needed to feel his pulse if he wanted a 100% accurate diagnosis.
âYes. Please feel free to do so, Mr. Lennon.â
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 Parkerâs 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.
âIâd like to see what he can diagnose.â
Anderson curled his lip and sat in a chair, waiting.
Sean felt the pulse of Old Master Parkerâs left hand and then his right wrist.
It was not until two minutes later that he slowly withdrew his hand.
âIf you know medicine, you would be able to tell.
âWell? Are you still going to say my diagnosis is wrong?â
Leonard asked, slowly looking up at Sean.
Everyone else looked at Sean sarcastically.
âYour diagnosis is wrong.â
Everyoneâs expression instantly froze when Sean said that.
They thought Sean was only stepping up deliberately to get their attention. Then he would say Dr.
Westerâs diagnosis was right after putting on a show. They did not expect Sean to declare Leonardâs diagnosis wrong until now. âKid! Are you looking for trouble?
âAre you trying to get attention? Look at where you are!â
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 Parkerâs illness.
However, he never wanted Sean to question Leonardâs medical skills!
Would Old Master Parker not be dead if he offended Leonard, making Leonard leave?
âHow can you be so thick skinned?â
Leonardâs granddaughter could not help but swear.
Even Leonard was a little irritated at this point.
âWhat do you think Old Master Parker has?â
Leonard looked at Sean, already frowning.
âOld Master Parkerâs disease isnât amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
âItâs a type of myasthenia gravis.â
Sean looked up slowly and spoke confidently.
âYou must be joking! Isnât myasthenia gravis amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?â
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.
âWhat⦠What? Are they two different diseases?â
Anderson blushed and then kept his mouth shut.
The medical industry was not his strong suit after all.