"Actually cured? What's the principle behind this?"
Dr. Jiang Song couldn't understand.
Lin Dong sneered and said,
"Just because you don't understand doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"From now on, stop slandering Traditional Chinese Medicine!"
Dr. Jiang Song, a doctor in his fifties, was being taught a lesson by a young man like Lin Dong, his face instantly turning bright red with anger.
But he couldn't say a word in response.
The disease that he couldn't diagnose, the other party had cured in just about an hour.
He was outskilled and had to bear it.
After Lin Dong finished teaching Jiang Song a lesson, he paid no more attention to him.
Instead, he turned to look at Elder Zhou of the Zhou Family.
"Elder Zhou, how are you feeling now?" Lin Dong asked.
Elder Zhou took a few steps and found that his paralyzed legs had indeed recovered as before.
Instantly, he burst into hearty laughter and gave Lin Dong a deep bow.
"Divine Doctor Lin, please accept my utmost gratitude."
