National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Chapter 213 A wonderful rejuvenation

"They are all miracle doctors, but do you know what they are called? Fake fans!"

"Of course I know, the miracle doctor's full name is Ronald Alexander Isnan!"

A passerby who was as thin as a bamboo pole and dressed in simple clothes spoke up.

"Ronald...it's stressful, Is..."

Another slightly plump passerby wanted to repeat his words, but hesitated because the name was too long.

"I say one sentence and you say one sentence." The bamboo man taught patiently.

"it is good."

"Ronald."

"Ronald."

"Alexander."

"Alexander."

"Isnan."

"Isnan."

"Connect them together."

"Ronaldo... is under a lot of pressure..."

"No ears!" The bamboo man covered his face with one hand and ignored it.

……

Inside the clinic, the patient was supported by a woman, leaning on a wooden chair, with a worried child standing beside him.

“Ahem… ahem—”

The man's thin cheeks were deeply sunken, highlighting his high cheekbones, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and his face was as pale as paper.

Every breath he took was accompanied by a heavy gasp, and from time to time he let out a violent cough from the bottom of his lungs.

The cough seemed to tear his body apart. Not only did the tone of his voice rise in an old-fashioned way, but after the cough, his body also trembled involuntarily.

The woman next to her was briefly talking about her husband's illness through the gauze curtain.

"My husband used to be a soldier. After he met me, he settled here."

"I thought I could finally live a good life, but I didn't expect my old illness to come back recently and I keep coughing."

"Other doctors said it was tuberculosis, and it was already terminal and incurable. Miraculous doctor, you must help me."

Outside the gauze curtain, there stood quietly a butler who was about forty years old.

His hair was sparse and neatly combed back, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like ravines of time.

On the mature face, there are a pair of deep and gentle eyes, sparkling with kindness.

The miracle doctor behind the gauze curtain waved his hand, and the housekeeper outside the curtain immediately understood.

"Take the pulse first." As the miracle doctor's assistant, the butler spoke on behalf of the doctor.

"Okay, come, let the doctor take a look."

The woman carried her dying husband to the gauze curtain and gently placed his withered wrist on the pulse pillow on the examination table.

The miracle doctor stretched out three fingers from behind the gauze curtain and gently placed them on the man's wrist.

His fingers were slightly bent and he exerted force silently, as if he was searching for some subtle signal.

A magical scene happened. During the pulse diagnosis, the man never coughed again, and his face regained a rare hint of color!

And as time went by while taking his pulse, the strange spots on the man's body gradually faded.

Then his breathing became smooth and his face looked peaceful, as if he had become ten years younger in an instant!

The clinic was exceptionally quiet, with sunlight streaming through the window onto the quaint examination table.

The chirping of birds outside the window seems to be playing the music of life.

"Oh my, my miracle doctor, my husband, my husband!"

Seeing her husband's pale complexion gradually improve and reveal a hint of a smile, the woman's eyes filled with crystal clear tears of joy.

She excitedly put her palms together and kept thanking the other party, her voice full of sincerity and emotion.

She had heard before that this miracle doctor could cure diseases just by feeling the pulse, but she didn't believe it.

Now we try to save the situation and actually witness a miracle!

"What a miracle doctor!" The woman smiled through her tears and nodded in thanks.

"Miracle doctor, miracle doctor!" The three-year-old child next to him was also babbling.

The genius doctor behind the gauze curtain calmly withdrew his arm, and the housekeeper immediately went to the pharmacy next door to get the medicine.

After a while, the butler took out a package of yellow-brown kraft paper.

"It contains medicine for your husband. Take once a day and the disease will be cured in a week."

The housekeeper handed the bulging cowhide medicine bag to the woman.

"Thank you, how much is it?" The woman immediately took out her wallet, which contained bundles of Cohen coins, which were all the savings of her family.

The miracle doctor did not say anything, but made a five gesture through the gauze curtain.

"Five thousand?" The woman hesitated, but the doctor shook his head.

"Five digits!" The child was smarter and shouted out in a childish voice.

"Oh, okay. Five figures is all I have in my wallet. I'll give it all to you. Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor!"

The woman poured the Cohen coins in her wallet onto the table next to her and kowtowed through the gauze curtain.

As the miracle doctor waved his hand, the woman carried her husband, whose complexion had returned to normal, out of the house.

The family left the pharmacy, and the next patient at the door was about to come forward, but was stopped by the housekeeper.

"The miracle doctor is tired today. Go to other branches of the Red Cross for treatment."

The housekeeper waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse, and he was about to close the clinic.

"Hey? How can this be! I've been lining up since six o'clock!"

"Who do you think you are? I came here at 5:30 in the morning!"

"We want to see a miracle doctor!"

"Okay, okay, the miracle doctor has been treating patients for so long today. He is already tired and has no time to treat you. I hope you can understand."

The butler bowed to everyone and apologized, then closed the door of the clinic despite everyone's objections.

The noise outside the door soon died down, and the clinic returned to its original tranquility.

"Is everyone gone?"

The gauze curtain was opened by a hand, revealing half of a clever head.

"Let's go." The housekeeper burst into laughter. How would people feel if they knew that the mysterious doctor was actually a child?

"Oh, I'm so exhausted."

Finally, there were no outsiders around, and the "miracle doctor" lay on the kang with his arms and legs spread out.

"It's better to be free. Being a miracle doctor is too tiring."

"I can't help it. You are the famous "Red Ten Imperial Physician".

The butler poured himself a cup of tea and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

"Oh, it's time to get up and move around." Isnan sat up from the kang, then walked to the window and opened it.

The fresh air from the window blew in, brushing away the black hair on the young face.

If Zhang Yang were here, he would definitely recognize the boy in front of him at a glance and shout out the word "South Wall" in surprise.

Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Nanqiang couldn't help but feel emotional and missed Zhang Qi and his master Zhang Yang.

"Can we ever meet again~" Nanqiang hummed a song, his expression gradually becoming emo.

Feeling the cool breeze and glancing at the butler next to him, Nanqiang couldn't help but sigh.

"How long have you been with me?"

"Um... almost a week."

"Ahem." Nanqiang forced himself to restore the atmosphere.

"So...it's been that long."

"Luckily, it hasn't been two weeks since you joined the association."

A frown appeared on Nanqiang's face, blaming McGrady for not knowing how to read people's expressions at all.

"Imperial Physician Isnan, I have a question that has been in my mind for a long time." Housekeeper Maddie asked tentatively.

"explain."

"Are you...an adult?"

South Wall: “…”

"Is there anything else?" Nanqiang rolled his eyes and did not answer.

"Oh, yes. The association has recently received requests for help from many places, and one of them is for a remote mountain area and you have been assigned to be in charge."