"Cough, cough..."
A light cough broke the quiet of the ward. Old Wang looked at Er Zhu before him with gratitude and adoration, his eyes slightly red.
"This is the prescription I've made. After drinking it continuously for a month, we'll proceed with the second treatment."
Hearing the cough, Er Zhu took out the prescription he had already written and handed it to Wang Xiaofeng.
"Thank you, Brother Er Zhu, thank you so much!"
Wang Xiaofeng had so much she wanted to say to Er Zhu, but only these words came out.
Wang Xiaofeng carefully put away the prescription. Just as Er Zhu was about to leave, the doctor and nurses all rushed over.
"Divine Doctor, take me as your disciple! I've also studied traditional Chinese medicine, I have experience!"
"Divine Doctor, take me! My family is in the pharmaceutical business, I'm more useful to you than she is!"
"Please, take me as your disciple! As long as you're willing to take me, I'll do anything!"
...
Everyone pleaded with Er Zhu, clasping their hands together, their eyes devoid of the mockery and curses they had shown earlier.
Er Zhu's god-like acupuncture skills had completely conquered them!
"You, none of you are worthy!"
Er Zhu dropped these words and turned to leave. Although the crowd was displeased, they were powerless to refute him, recalling everything that had just happened.
"Where is he? Has Old Man Wang really woken up?"
Just as Er Zhu was about to leave the ward, Wu Bocheng rushed in, hearing the news. He excitedly grasped Er Zhu's hand and asked.
This was simply a miracle in medical history! He had to confirm it personally!
"Old Wu, I told you Er Zhu is a divine doctor."
Er Zhu didn't speak, but Old Wang's weak voice came from the ward. Hearing this, Wu Bocheng's eyes were filled with shock!
He was awake?
He was actually awake!
He had been practicing medicine for over fifty years, but he had never witnessed such a miracle!
Wu Bocheng didn't chat with Er Zhu. He quickly ran into the ward. When he saw Old Wang, Wu Bocheng was utterly astounded!
At this moment, he understood more profoundly why Old Wang praised Er Zhu so highly and why he was so respectful to a junior!
If he could meet such a divine doctor, he would be willing to be his servant for life!
"Mr. Wang, I apologize. Please forgive my presumptuousness, old man."
Thinking this, Wu Bocheng quickly bowed and apologized to Er Zhu. Er Zhu didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
"Where are the leukemia patients?"
Just as Wu Bocheng was about to continue speaking, Er Zhu suddenly asked. Hearing this, Wu Bocheng quickly led Er Zhu to the leukemia patients' ward.
The other doctors and nurses also followed. Such exquisite medical skills were never tiring to witness a hundred times!
"Professor Wu, what are you doing?"
A woman with a fierce face was about to fetch water when she saw Er Zhu and his entourage. Her eyes were full of confusion.
As the mother of a leukemia patient, she had hoped for Professor Wu and other doctors to consult on her daughter's case, but now she had lost all hope.
"We've brought the divine doctor to treat your daughter. Hurry and invite the divine doctor over."
Wu Bocheng snatched the thermos from the woman's hand and urged her on.
Now, there was only Wu Jing, a leukemia patient, in the hospital. This was truly a blessing from heaven, sending Er Zhu to save this young girl!
"Professor Wu, are you teasing me again? Can you let our Xiao Jing have some peace in her final days?"
Hearing this, the woman became angry instead of happy.
For three years, she had lost count of how many people Professor Wu had brought to consult on Xiao Jing's case, but none had been effective. This time, he claimed to bring a divine doctor. Was the old man senile?
"This is the divine doctor Wang Er Zhu. He just treated a lung cancer patient, which we all witnessed."
Seeing the woman's angry expression, Wu Bocheng didn't waste any more time and introduced Er Zhu to her. The doctors and nurses behind him nodded in agreement.
"Professor Wu, do you have Alzheimer's? You couldn't cure Xiao Jing at your age, but this young brat can?"
"Oh, I see. You think Xiao Jing staying here is affecting the hospital's reputation, so you want her to die quickly, don't you?"
The woman's eyes shifted, as if she had figured something out, looking at everyone with a knowing expression.
"No, Aunt Sun, the divine doctor is truly divine, he is Xiao Jing's only hope!"
"Yes, we just saw it with our own eyes. With just one needle, he pulled a lung cancer patient back from the brink of death."
"Yes, Aunt Sun, we've known each other for three years, we wouldn't lie to you."
...
Seeing that the woman still didn't believe, many doctors and nurses tried to persuade her.
Seeing the sincerity in their eyes, the woman's heart wavered. Her daughter's illness was already beyond saving anyway, and it couldn't get any worse than this.
"Fine, you can try to cure her, but if my daughter dies, you'll pay with your life!"
As more people gathered, the woman suddenly spoke, pointing at Er Zhu angrily, her gaze capable of killing.
Er Zhu didn't speak, nor did he even look at her. He walked directly into the ward. The woman followed closely, her eyes fixed on Er Zhu, afraid of missing any action.
"Mom, Uncle Wu, who is this?"
As soon as she entered the ward, a delicate girl weakly pointed at Er Zhu and asked.
Due to years of chemotherapy, the girl's beautiful hair had long fallen out. Her face was pale, and she was so thin she was skin and bones.
"Xiao Jing, this is a divine doctor, a divine doctor who can cure your illness!"
The woman glared fiercely at Er Zhu, unsure how to answer. Wu Bocheng, on the other hand, replied with some excitement.
"Divine doctor? Cure my illness?"
The girl's large eyes flickered with confusion and melancholy. If her illness could be cured, she wouldn't be waiting to die here, would she?
"Xiao Jing, don't worry, I will cure you."
Just as Wu Bocheng was about to speak, Er Zhu reached out his hand. Looking at the broad palm before her, Wu Jing, as if compelled, extended her hand.
Compared to waiting to die here, Wu Jing was naturally willing to take a gamble!
After all, she still had a mother who loved her and a boyfriend who deeply loved her...
"Xiao Jing!"
As Er Zhu took out his acupuncture needle bag, a man's voice suddenly came from the doorway. Xiao Jing quickly sat up and looked at the man at the door tenderly.
"This is my boyfriend, Lü Wei. That's my best friend, Lin Fang."
Wu Jing nodded to them and then happily introduced the newcomers to Er Zhu. Seeing her pure smile, like a lotus flower, Er Zhu also revealed a faint smile.
"Xiao Jing, let's break up. I'll find someone else eventually anyway, so I might as well do it now."
Just as Xiao Jing was about to say something, Lü Wei spoke again. In the end, he hugged Lin Fang tightly.
Faced with such a dramatic scene, Wu Bocheng and the others were stunned. Only Er Zhu's eyes remained calm.