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Xia Mutang didn't want to embarrass him, but he couldn't believe whether they were really from the Ming Dynasty. As for whether the president was sick and needed medical treatment, these things needed to be verified.

Xia Mutang also has to think about his own safety and cannot believe what others say.

She believed in Jiang Qingqing before, but ended up being tricked by Jiang Qingshan. All these consequences reminded her not to trust others casually.

"If you really need me to treat you, then you can come to this location tomorrow." Xia Mutang wrote an address for them on the paper.

Before Secretary Jiang could say anything, the bodyguard next to him said angrily: "This is a diagnosis and treatment for the president. If you don't come in person, you still want us to come over. Miss Xia, what you are doing..." Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, Jiang The secretary immediately shut him up with a look.

The bodyguard was actually really angry. Even though their country was a small country, the president needed medical treatment!

In the Ming Dynasty, many doctors had to treat the president, but this was not the case abroad.

"The important thing is that you are not me. You have to come or not." Xia Mutang is an honest person. She thinks it is okay to help them treat them in her own territory, but if it is to go to their territory, Xia Mutang will not go.

The old man accepted the address handed over by Xia Mutang and nodded silently: "I wonder when Dr. Xia will be free?"

"Whenever you are free, you can come at any time."

"Okay, then I understand, Doctor Xia, it's very late, you have a good rest and we're leaving first!"

Jiang Qingqing watched the group of people leaving, still immersed in an atmosphere of surprise, and didn't react until Xia Mutang patted her on the shoulder.

"Sister Xia, that's the president. It must be a very serious illness that requires you to go there." Jiang Qingqing thought that Xia Mutang probably only knew cardioresuscitation and acupuncture, so it was a little risky to rushly agree to treat the president.

Xia Mutang didn't say anything and asked Jiang Qingqing to take a bath and go to bed early.

The next morning, Xia Mutang was about to open the store when he found that the entrance was blocked. Two black cars turned out to be Secretary Jiang and the others.

It was fast enough, it came the next day.

Seeing how sincere they were, Xia Mutang agreed to the treatment.

Several bodyguards escorted their president out of the car. The president was very young, in his thirties, and walked a little abnormally.

Xia Mutang vacated a room for the president to rest in and came to check on his condition. Secretary Jiang followed behind and asked the president if there was anything he needed.

Ming Guo's accent is somewhat similar to Huacheng's, so Xia Mutang can more or less understand what he means.

The young president saw that the person who was going to treat him turned out to be a little girl. He asked Secretary Jiang if it was possible that she was the doctor?

Secretary Jiang told the president why she chose Xia Mutang, but it was obvious that the president was not satisfied. What he said was that she looked so young, could she really treat him?

Moreover, his questions were very private. For a little girl to read them, the president said it was difficult to accept.

Secretary Jiang can only convince the president by weighing the pros and cons.

Xia Mutang listened to the conversation between the two and the president's distrust of her. She spoke: "Mr. President, you look like you are in your thirties. You can be the president. Why can't I heal you?"

The president turned his head and saw Xia Mutang wearing a white casual suit with one hand in his pocket and looking at him with a calm expression.

The gently swaying curtains will cast a faint light, hitting Xia Mutang's face and dancing, like a little princess with a halo walking into the president's sight.

In just that second, the president felt a strong sense of security from her.

Without superb medical skills, one would not be able to look so calm without knowing the other person's condition.

So the President's Secretary agreed, and Secretary Jiang was relieved to see that he finally agreed.

Before preparing for treatment, Xia Mutang reminded: "Mr. President, since you have chosen to let me treat you, you need to not hide anything from me."

Mr. President nodded and said yes.

"Okay, what's wrong with you?"

The president looked at Secretary Jiang. Secretary Jiang felt embarrassed for the president because there was a big pustule on the president's thigh, which made it difficult to walk.

I heard it was at the top of the thigh. Xia Mutang put on his gloves and said, "Take off your pants."