Great Immortal Doctor

"Old man, you can't say that. Whatever problems Western medicine can solve, traditional Chinese medicine can solve as well. And for those problems that Western medicine can't solve, traditional Chinese medicine can still handle them," Xiao Yi said in a voice that wasn't loud but carried great weight. "Young man, that's a rather absolute statement. Look, over there is Third Master Chen. His leg suddenly stopped working. Western medicine said it was something like muscle rhabdomyolysis and couldn't solve it. Can your traditional Chinese medicine do it?" An old man pointed at an old man in a wheelchair and said to Xiao Yi with a teasing tone. "Let me take a look," Xiao Yi walked up to Third Master Chen in the wheelchair and reached out to touch Third Master Chen's leg. "Hey, I've been to several big hospitals, even those in Beijing, and none of them could do anything. I've long been prepared to take this wheelchair with me into the coffin," Third Master Chen said with a smile. Xiao Yi had already felt along Third Master Chen's insensitive legs with both hands and then said with a smile, "Third Master Chen, I'm afraid the King of Hell won't allow you to take the wheelchair there." "What? What do you mean?" Everyone couldn't help but look at Xiao Yi in unison. "I can cure this leg problem," Xiao Yi said with a faint smile. "What? He can cure Old Chen's illness?" "I think he's just a young and inexperienced person talking big." "That's right. If Old Chen's leg can be cured, a iron tree can bloom." The old men simply didn't believe it. They even stopped playing chess and started whispering. "Third Master Chen, I brought needles. How about giving it a try?" Xiao Yi took out a box of acupuncture needles. "Give it a try then. Anyway, my leg has no feeling. I'm not afraid of a few steel needles," Third Master Chen was quite bold and rolled up his trouser legs. What was revealed in front of everyone were two withered legs, dry and thin. The muscles had already atrophied, looking like two pieces of firewood. Xiao Yi, however, didn't care at all. With a slight movement of his fingers, the steel needles had already been inserted into various acupoints on Third Master Chen's calf. His fingers gently twirled, and the steel needles started to vibrate again. "Yo, how come these needles are vibrating on their own?" "Not only the needles are vibrating, look, the flesh and skin under the needles are also vibrating." "Wow, why is it turning red?" "Red lines are appearing, red lines are appearing!" The old men were extremely surprised and exclaimed repeatedly. Third Master Chen himself was even more astonished. He didn't know whether this phenomenon happening to him was good or bad. "Yo!" Third Master Chen suddenly let out a cry. "What's wrong, Old Chen? Do you feel something's wrong?" "Young man, are you sure you can do it? If not, quickly pull out the needles," Everyone, who were all neighbors, said worriedly when they heard Old Chen's cry. Unexpectedly, Old Chen waved his hand and said, "Don't move. It's numb, itchy, and a bit swollen." "Ah? Old Chen, didn't you say your leg had no feeling? How can you feel now?" "I don't know either. It suddenly became like this. Oh, it's a bit unbearable." Third Master Chen's legs couldn't help but tremble. "Third Master Chen, you have to endure this. This is a sign that the qi meridians are unblocked. If you can't endure it now, all the previous efforts will be in vain," Xiao Yi held down Third Master Chen's legs and said with a smile. "Okay, I'll endure it. I must endure it," Third Master Chen gritted his teeth. This time, Xiao Yi left the needles in for a long time, a full twenty minutes, before reaching out to pull out the steel needles. As soon as the steel needles left the body, Third Master Chen let out a long breath, shook his legs, and subconsciously stood up from the wheelchair and said, "Oh my god, it was so uncomfortable." However, as soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone was looking at him as if they had seen a ghost. Third Master Chen looked down and then realized that he had gotten off the wheelchair. This shock was no small matter, and he was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. "Third Master Chen, stand firm. You're already cured," Xiao Yi shouted loudly. Third Master Chen swayed unsteadily several times but finally didn't fall. He tentatively took a step with one of his legs. The feeling of having his feet on the ground had been long - lost. "It's cured. It's actually cured," Third Master Chen suddenly choked up. "A divine doctor!" "Truly a reincarnation of Hua Tuo!" "Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it?" "Young man, you're amazing!" Everyone looked at Xiao Yi with reverence and didn't spare their words of praise. Their eager eyes seemed to be able to melt Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi waved his hand with a faint smile and said, "Folks, we still have to believe in our traditional Chinese medicine, right?" "Yes, yes. Traditional Chinese medicine is really a good thing left by our ancestors. It's amazing!" This was the same voice that rang out in the crowd. Xiao Yi nodded with satisfaction at the crowd and said, "Okay, if you have any health problems in the future, go to Jishitang. I'm leaving now. I have to go back and cook for that stingy boss." Xiao Yi returned to Jishitang. Old Qin snorted coldly with a sullen face, "I thought you could really find some patients, but it turns out you went to play chess and wasted time. It seems I won't even be able to get back the money for last night's herbal medicine." Xiao Yi ignored his mumbling and went to the kitchen alone. On the kitchen counter, there were ingredients that Xiaoyue had prepared earlier. Xiao Yi rolled up his sleeves, made a medicated diet - steamed chicken in a steam - pot, stir - fried a green vegetable, and cooked two bowls of rice. After a while, the kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma. Old Qin sniffed and rushed into the kitchen, "What are you cooking? Why does it smell so good?" "Don't just sniff. Help set the tableware," Xiao Yi instructed Old Qin while dishing out the food. Old Qin's nose kept twitching. Finally, when Xiao Yi turned around, he reached out and grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth. "Um, um, delicious. It's so delicious," Ignoring the scalding in his mouth, Old Qin almost swallowed his tongue. Xiao Yi secretly laughed when he saw Old Qin's embarrassed look. Joking aside, with Xiao Yi's cultivation level as a grand master of alchemy, cooking a dish was really easy. He could precisely control when to put what ingredients in the pot. The medicated diet - steamed chicken in a steam - pot he made not only tasted extremely delicious but also fully exerted the effects of both Chinese medicine and ingredients. This pot of soup could tonify qi and nourish blood, and the medicinal effect contained in it was enough to make a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness return to normal immediately. Old Qin didn't know the subtleties of this. The delicious taste alone was enough to make him gobble it up like a starving ghost, "Um, good. Kid, I didn't expect you to cook so well. It seems the eight hundred yuan a month isn't wasted." Xiao Yi also served himself a bowl of rice and ate it carefully. However, before the two of them could finish their lunch, a large group of excited people rushed into the front - hall clinic.