Rebirth: Doctor King in City

When the little nurse returned with a Acacia bar, Yang Chen quickly lit the alcohol lamp and placed a small section of Acacia bar on the alcohol lamp to slowly light it up.

"Old Zhao, do you Chinese medicine have such a method?" Li Mingde asked in confusion.

Zhao Guoliang stared at him and said, "Nonsense, how can this be a Chinese medicine? Do you think this is magic?"

Zhao Guoliang didn't know, he had guessed right when he said those words, but the truth could only be buried deep within Yang Chen's heart.

Looking at the needles on the patient's face, Yang Chen frowned slightly. He had read about this method in the ancient books, the skills of the Witch Doctor back then was not as perfect as when Xu Guoyi was in charge, and many of the Witch Doctors were still fighting with a lack of Witch Energy in their bodies. At this time, someone concluded that there was a method to place burning strips on the needles, using the heat of the burning needles to increase the circulation of Witch Energy, in order to save the Witch Energy, and increase the efficiency of the process.

However, Xu Guoyi scoffed at him with this method.

Gritting his teeth in silence, Yang Chen hung a piece of tofu stick on the patient's right temple on a silver needle, and then, without stopping, hung the other strip on his left temple.

Yang Chen had heard people say before, that a complete trust book was inferior to no books, and after Xu Guoyi revealed his evil intentions of refining the ten of them into pills, Yang Chen's respect for Xu Guoyi no longer existed.

"I don't believe it, but if he says no, then no? Could it be that the experience of those seniors are just for show? " Yang Chen thought fiercely.

"Can you? Why does it look like you're dancing with a God now? "

"I don't know. Why does it feel like it's getting more and more strange?"

Seeing that Yang Chen had stopped, Zhao Guoliang immediately pulled Yang Chen aside and said: "Yang, do you have confidence in winning? I have never heard this kind of method from any of the elders in Chinese medicine before. "

Hearing the discussion of the people around him, the doctor became spirited and sneered, "Is this a hospital or a godly temple? Didn't they say doctors were atheists? Why did you all jump on a God? Hurry up and compensate me, I don't dare to hand my father over to you gods and devils! "

Yang Chen could not care about Zhao Guoliang's culture, and frowned: "Who did you see jump? Look at your father, and see if his mouth is any better. "

"Eh?"

The male doctor was at a loss for words, Yang Chen jumped off the great god? That guy really didn't jump, he said he didn't jump? There was no difference between jumping around like a god and a god, right?

"Look, that old man seems to be better!"

"It's not as serious as it was a moment ago!"

The surrounding people followed Yang Chen's words and looked over. They also noticed the slight change in the old man and started to point.

In his heart, he felt a little weak as he said, "I don't care. You said it worked on the spot, but after half a day, only this much has changed. This must have been caused by my father's recovery. You didn't treat it at all!"

Yang Chen sneered: "If your father can get well by himself, why are you here to cause trouble?"

Right now, he hated Yang Chen to death. Didn't they say that all doctors were gentle and not nice to debate? What's the matter with this doctor? Every time he spoke, it put him in a dilemma. He couldn't say it out loud, but he couldn't say it out loud either.

"But you still haven't cured my father. This is the truth! Hurry up and compensate us, we don't have time to waste on you! " The man started to make a ruckus. Logically speaking, he couldn't speak Yang Chen's name, but couldn't he do the same?

Looking at the man's expression, Yang Chen said angrily: "Fine, I'll let you see if it's okay now!"

With that, he walked over to the patient and used the Demon Pupil to check. After confirming that the treatment had reached its effect, he pulled out the silver needles one by one.

The timid onlookers prepared to cover their eyes, but the expected bloody scene did not appear.

"You unfilial son!" When Yang Chen removed all the silver needles from the old man's face, the old man's trembling first sentence stunned everyone.

"Dad, I did it for your own good!" The man was somewhat panicking. Although the old man's chin was slightly crooked, he was now able to speak normally. Even though there was some air leak, he was not far from being completely healed!

"Bastard!" The old man cursed loudly.

The old man was a little afraid when he first saw Yang Chen's silver needle, but as the treatment went on, although he didn't know much about medicine, he could feel that after Yang Chen's silver needle stabbed into his face, there seemed to be a warm current of air flowing across his face, slowly healing his own illness.

At this moment, the elder didn't even know that he had met a godly doctor, and he didn't even have enough time to thank him. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't pull out the silver needle, he would have already cursed.

"You haven't recovered from your illness yet, speak less." Yang Chen said indifferently.

The old man quickly nodded and didn't say anything else.

Seeing that the old man's face was still crooked, Yang Chen reached out and said: "Three Shuttle Needle."

"Oh, here." The nurse by his side quickly handed it to him.

Yang Chen took the three edged needle, carefully dispelling the poison, and then placed the needle in the middle of the old man's body, gently pressing down.

Suddenly, black blood surged out, Yang Chen hurriedly wiped off the blood that the old man had lost, and then, with a clear "click", the old man's lower jaw was snapped apart.

"Let's see it now. Is it okay?" After curing the patient, Yang Chen said with a cold face.

"H-how is this possible!?" How can you cure it! " When the doctor saw that his father had been cured, he panicked. He had already made up his mind to strike a blow today! In order to posture, he had even brought over a dozen of hooligans over, and they had to pay. If Yang Chen really cured his father, wouldn't he have to pay a lot of money as well?

"You beast! "You don't want me that much?" After the old man was cured, he became much more spirited, cursing and wanting to find something to hit his son.

"Dad, that's not it. How can I not think of you? Listen to my explanation, it's not like you shouldn't slap my face. I'm such a grown man already, dad, be a little softer!" The doctor was beaten up by his father to the point where he ran like a rat. The spectators who were eating melon were all happy to watch this big show where his father was going to teach his son a lesson.

"Which one of you know this little doctor?" It seems like his medical skills are really high! " They were all here to see a doctor, who didn't want the skilled doctors to see them?

"Yeah, he's not that old either, so it shouldn't be difficult to hang up his account, right?"

"Register?" A patient who came back to check in smiled and said, "It's the hardest thing to find him to register!"

"Why?" Everyone was puzzled. What was so difficult about a doctor's registration?

"Because he's a supervisor, not a doctor. Why are you registered?" The patient who returned to the hospital said proudly with an expression of "I'm only awake" on everyone's face.

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