"Yes, all we need is to prove that our godfather has no depression."

"Okay, then I'll test it."

Then, he turned around and faced Shang Lige, "Godfather, I want to treat you."

Shang Lige's face was full of dark lines, "Yes."

After saying that, Jun Qingliu asked Shang Lige several questions in a row and used special testing instruments.

After about ten minutes, it came out.

During these ten minutes, everyone was anxious and tormented, hoping that they could be diagnosed and cured quickly and let the public know whether the godfather was depressed.

The scene was Shang Lige who was very calm. He was not afraid that Jun Qingliu would say that he was depressed again. Even if he did, he wouldn't say it.

I don’t know why, but he just felt that Jun Qingliu would not harm him, as if this was answered from the bottom of his heart.

"Ahem... the diagnosis and treatment results have come out. You can find any other expert to treat it. The godfather does not have depression."

Jun Qingliu deliberately kept it a secret and coughed a few times.

"The result is-the godfather did not suffer from depression."

There was a cheer in the audience.

"Look, our godfather has no depression, so what if he has it?"

"That's right, I'm fine now. I deserved it."

"Hmph, why are you not talking now?"

"I want to drill a crack in the ground now, but it's a pity that there are no cracks to drill."

"I don't know who said that the godfather said hello to other experts in advance and that Master Jun must come over. The result is the same. I didn't believe it at the beginning, who can I blame?"

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3ooo words, tired - but I'm willing

Good night, little cuties, have a breakfast break.

Love you ~
Chapter completed!