The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

Chapter 102



Director Wan's face was gloomy. He glared at Evan and snapped, "Evan, I am now in the name of Director. I order you to give these four patients to Dr. Ching immediately." "Director Wan, that guy is just a liar..." Evan was still explaining.

"Evan, get out of the way right now!" Mr. Felix's face was very ugly.

Evan glared at Zachary, turned around and left angrily.

"Dr. Ching, Dr. Zhang has just returned from abroad. He's not used to the domestic situation. Please don't mind." Mr. Felix said to Zachary very fawningly. Zachary waved his hand and said, "Let's see the patient first!"

Mr. Felix quickly followed Zachary into the ward.

Zachary didn't waste any time and immediately began to acupuncture. With the experience he hadn't had for a long time, the accuracy of Zachary's acupuncture was very high. However, this time he had to treat four patients at a time. Although the aura of all herbs in his body was much stronger than before, at this moment, he still seemed to be a bit out of control. Zachary had no choice but to slow down. He took turns to perform the Burning Mountain Fire Acupuncture for the four patients. He injected the aura of all herbs into the four patients to treat them.

At the same time as he was treating, he took out a few pills from his pocket and threw them into his mouth. After a short rest, he began the next round of treatment.

These pills were specially made by him with many cherished medicinal materials, which could supplement the aura of all herbs in his body. Of course, the effect was one level worse than that of the Shennong Hundred-herb Bolus. However, in case of any accident, Zachary still prepared some pills to carry with him at any time.

Half an hour later, Zachary had taken two rounds of treatment for the four patients. The spots on their bodies had faded a lot. As long as they were treated in another round, these patients could be cured.

Zachary wiped the sweat on his forehead and sat down to rest. At the same time, he took out the pill again and was ready to swallow it.

Mr. Felix and Maxwell watched quietly on the side, their eyes full of tension and seriousness. Of course, they knew how difficult it was to get a fever. Although both of them knew that Zachary's medical book was brilliant, they still inevitably felt worried at the moment.

While they were worried, there was a loud noise of footsteps outside the door.

Director Wan's face instantly darkened, and he shouted in a low voice, "What's the matter? Who is making noise and disturbing Dr. Ching's treatment? Can you afford it?"

The nurse quickly turned around and went down to check out the situation. But before she could run down the stairs, she ran back in a panic and said in panic, "Director Wan, something's wrong! Doctor Zhang..."NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"What's wrong? Tell me..." Before Mr. Felix finished his words, Evan, with a gloomy face, came over to the stairs. Behind him, there were a dozen reporters carrying cameras, swarming towards them.

Director Wan was in a hurry and hurried to meet Evan. He shouted at Evan in a low voice, "Evan, what are you doing?"

"Director Wan, I'm a doctor. I can't stand by and watch some conmen come to harm the patient's life. I have to expose this matter." Evan looked unconvinced, then turned to the reporter behind him and said, "My friends, this is Director Wan. The ward inside is where the patient is."

The microphones in the hands of the reporters suddenly rushed to the front of Director Wan.

"Director Wan, may I ask if it's the ward of the patient with heat problems from ElGmer?"

"The Topstate Hospital of the city is the best hospital in Ludington City, but it invited Chinese medicine practitioners outside to treat patients. Is this your hospital's mistake, or it represents the medical level of your hospital is suspicious. Boss Wan, can you explain?"

"Director Wan, your hospital has secretly changed a doctor to a patient, and he is a private doctor outside the hospital. Does the patient's family know about this kind of thing? Have you ever asked for their consent?"

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The problems instantly made Director Wan headache. He glared at Wang Kun and had to answer, "Dear reporters, the patient is being treated. Your current behavior will easily interfere with the treatment. After my treatment is over, I will hold a press conference."

The reporters had already been trained for a long time. Obviously, they were not satisfied with Director Wan's perfunctory answer. For a time, all kinds of things came in great numbers. Some of them even directly took the camera and slipped over by Director Wan's side. They rushed into the ward and were about to shoot.

With a smug smile on his face, Evan also went over. He pointed to Zachary in the ward and said, "All the reporters, that liar is him!"

All of a sudden, the reporters took photos and threw out a bunch of questions.

"Sir, do you have a Physician's Qualification Certificate? Someone said that you are a Chinese medicine liar. What do you think?"

"Elice fever is a terminal illness, and there are no cases of treatment abroad. Sir, can you really cure it?"

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Zachary glared at the reporters and Evan who were surrounded outside, but in order to save energy, he did not say anything.

It was Maxwell who stood up in time and said that the patient was in a critical moment. He asked the reporters to wait for an interview. Only then did the reporters quiet down.

Evan sneered and said in his heart, "Can you hold on for a while? I don't believe that your treatment will not end. As long as the treatment is over and the patient has not recovered, you will be finished."

After taking the medicine and resting for about five minutes, Zachary stood up again and continued the last round of treatment. His five fingers flew quickly on those silver needles and kept shuttling back and forth between the four patients.

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Such a strange treatment action immediately caused a stir among the reporters.

The smile on Evan's face was even more proud. "You're playing tricks. I'll see how you end up!"

In less than ten minutes, Zachary quickly pulled out the silver needles from the four patients and said, "All right!"

All of a sudden, the reporters almost smashed the threshold of the ward.

Evan glanced at the patient who was still lying on the bed and glanced at Zachary proudly. Then he said to the reporter, "All the reporters and friends, as we have seen, this so-called..."

But before he finished his words, there was a cry of surprise from the ward behind him. Then the reporters' guns and cannons changed their direction and aimed at the patients and Zachary in the ward. No one was taking photos of him at all. Evan was angry and was about to get angry. However, as soon as he turned around, he saw that the four patients in the ward, whom he was very familiar with, had already sat up. The red on his face had almost subsided, and the gray spots on his body had disappeared. Those patients were no longer hot, but grabbed the quilts and wrapped them around his body.

"It, it's impossible! How could Elice fever be cured? What's more, it was cured by traditional Chinese medicine." Evan's face was full of disbelief and his face was as pale as death.

Upon hearing this, some reporters who couldn't squeeze in immediately turned their heads sharply and asked quickly.

"Dr. Zhang, I heard that you are a doctor of medicine who came back from studying abroad in the United States. Did what you said just now mean that you think that traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as western medicine?" "Dr. Zhang, you said that doctors of Chinese Medicine were swindlers before, and now you say that doctors of Chinese Medicine are not as good as doctors of Western Medicine. Do you have any prejudice against doctors of Chinese Medicine?"

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All of a sudden, Evan was drowned in all kinds of questions.


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