Miraculous Skilled Doctor

"Wan Yao Hall!" When Zhou Ting saw a clinic, Zhou Ting's eyes lit up.

Zhou Ting was in Chinese medicine at the Medical University, so he was naturally familiar with this place. The Wan Yao Hall was the biggest drugstore in the Jiangling City, there were both Chinese and Western medicines. Due to the fair price, many people came here to buy medicine.

Zhou Ting walked in and considered whether he should buy some medicinal ingredients.

Looking at the dazzling array of medicinal ingredients on the counter, Zhou Ting quickly tried to filter out what he did not want.

Actually, Zhou Ting wanted to buy some wild ginseng and other medicinal herbs. These naturally grown medicinal herbs had extremely high spiritual energy, which would be of great help to his own practice of medicine. Unfortunately, the wild ones were too expensive, so Zhou Ting could only place his gaze on the artificially raised ginseng.

"Who still wants to see Chinese medicine now? What the hell was the use of traditional Chinese medicine? Western medicine is more reliable. " Just as Zhou Ting was casually strolling around, a voice suddenly came out.

Zhou Ting turned his head and looked at the man and woman who were wandering around the western medicine field.

"Young man, the Chinese medicine is profound and profound, you can't defile it." An old man sitting by the counter suddenly said.

"Deep my ass. I can only look at minor ailments like colds. If it's slightly more serious, I still have to look at western medicine." Hearing this, the young man's mouth twitched in disdain.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head and said, "There is also a good thing about traditional Chinese medicine. I can't deny it all."

"Now there are so many scammers of traditional Chinese medicine who, under the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, lie everywhere. If they can't cure them, they even scam people for money. In my entire life, I have often heard of people from the Western World. I have never heard of anyone saying which of them is the Godly Doctor. " The youth seemed to highly respect Western medicine and continued to argue with the old man.

"Alright, alright. Liu Qing, say less." The woman beside the young man hurriedly said as she looked at the surrounding gazes.

"The heritage of Chinese medicine is thousands of years, and it has its own quintessence. The true art of traditional Chinese medicine is unfathomable, how can you blaspheme it? Traditional Chinese medicine is the quintessence of my country. You don't even know your own country and you have the nerve to say that you are Chinese? "Foreign stuff!"

Zhou Ting who was standing by the side spoke indifferently, but his tone was also filled with killing intent.

"Oh boy, you're quite bold, aren't you? You're asking for a beating!" Suddenly hearing someone mocking him, Liu Qing's gaze immediately became angry at Zhou Ting.

"Western medicine can treat it, and so can Chinese medicine. It's not as bad as you think. The wonders of Chinese medicine are unpredictable. They bring the dead back to life, what do you know about it! " Zhou Ting glared back at him without showing any signs of weakness.

"Hahaha... A Chinese medicine that can be cured by western medicine can also be cured? Is there something f * cking wrong with your head!? "

"Stupid!" As long as it's an illness Chinese medicine, it can be cured! " Zhou Ting was too lazy to argue with this person, he casually threw down one sentence and continued to read through the other medicinal ingredients.

As for the old man who was sitting on the counter, his gaze towards Zhou Ting also contained an additional hint of admiration.

"Ouch!" Just as the young man wanted to continue arguing with Zhou Ting, a scream came out, immediately awakening everyone's attention.

Zhou Ting turned his head, just in time to see a lady with a sallow face squatting on the ground, as though she was enduring an intense pain.

"What's going on?"

"From the looks of it, it must be a sudden disease, and it must be abdominal pain. It should be acute appendicitis." The woman beside the young man frowned.

"It should be. Call the ambulance!" The youth also said loudly.

Judging from their postures, this couple should be Western. Thinking about how he had ridiculed Chinese medicine before, Zhou Ting also understood a few things.

"Aren't you a fan of traditional Chinese medicine? Can you cure this disease? "Acute appendicitis, if you don't go to the hospital to look for a western doctor, how can you go to a Chinese doctor to watch you suffer?" The young man seemed to have found a sharp weapon as he shouted at Zhou Ting complacently.

Seeing this young man's expression, Zhou Ting resisted the urge to kick him aside, squatted down, and said to the woman: "I'm a Chinese doctor, give me your arm."

Only after observing her closely did Zhou Ting realize that she looked pretty good. He was in his early forties, fair skin, and only had a few fish tail marks at the corner of his eyes. It looked very proper. It was soft and gentle, and its breath was rising and falling due to the intense breathing, exuding an infinitely mature charm.

Hearing Zhou Ting's words, the woman did not hesitate anymore. She was already sick, and the ambulance still had not come, so what if she showed it to the brat?

As for the old man beside him who also wanted to give the woman her vein, when he saw that Zhou Ting was actually there taking her pulse, and that his movements were still similar to that of a woman, a flash of surprise and curiosity flashed past his eyes, and he stood to the side and watched.