He had dinner with his family and relatives and stayed at home for one night. The next morning, Zeng Shuai drove back to Mianzhou early. In the past few days, he had to concentrate on curing patients who came to the miraculous medical department for treatment.

Alas, I'm so busy, aren't it all for the people?

Since Zeng Shuai wasted a lot of time some time ago, there were already hundreds of patients registered in the miracle doctor department. In these days, Zeng Shuai has cured most of the patients registered in the early stage. Unexpectedly, He Jiajia called and it is said that more patients came to join the miracle doctor department.

In desperation, Zeng Shuai had to rush back to the hospital. After all, curing the patients as soon as possible and relieving their pain was also a merit for him!

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zeng Shuai had already sat in the seat of the director of the miracle doctor department. There was already a long queue outside the miracle doctor department. Zeng Shuai called He Jiajia in advance and asked her to sort out the patient's condition first. Some minor illnesses were treated by other doctors so that patients who were really seriously ill and suffering from difficult and complicated diseases could receive his treatment in time.

Otherwise, if all the patients who came to Boai Charity Hospital came to find him alone, he would be exhausted, and wouldn't other doctors be idle?

After Zeng Shuai sat down in the seat, he called the first patient. Unexpectedly, the first patient was a cancer patient, and he was already in the late stage. The cancer pain tortured him to the point of being no longer an adult, and was pushed by his children in a wheelchair.

However, the old man still had a sense of energy. After Zeng Shuai's inquiry, he learned that the old man with cancer had given up treatment. His family wanted to take him home and wait for death. However, after hearing about the deeds of the miracle doctor department of Boai Hospital, they came with a try-and-see attitude.

Judging from the old man's appearance, he seemed to be scared by the treatment. He asked tremblingly: "Doctor, do I still need infusion? Do I still need injections? Do I still need chemotherapy?"

Zeng Shuai shook his head and said, "Old man, no. No, I don't need it. I will prescribe a few Chinese medicines for you and you can take them according to the course of treatment! In just three days, your condition will stabilize. After seven days, your condition will improve. After three months, it will be cured! The premise is that you can no longer eat big fish, meat, oily and meaty foods, eat more green vegetables, fruits, and tofu. Do you understand?"

"Doctor, are you saying true?" asked the old man's family, a middle-aged woman in her forties, "Can I really not take medicine for my father's illness?"

"Hmph. Joke, treating cancer, you don't get injections, infusions, or chemotherapy, what a joke!" Before Zeng Shuai could speak, a middle-aged man with the woman said in disbelief, and he became more and more angry as he spoke. He even pointed at Zeng Shuai's nose and cursed: "I said you little brat, why are you doing bad things? You actually do these tricks, kids, who are just as old as you, and you pretend to be a miracle doctor? Even if you want to deceive people in this hospital, you have to find a decent one, right?"

Zeng Shuai smiled faintly when he heard this, and said, "You may not believe it, but don't yell here. Also, don't point your hands at people like this, it's very rude..."

"I'm just pointing at you. What do you want? You can still bite me...ah--" Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man pointed at Zeng Shuai's finger and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if something sharp was piercing through his fingers, which was painful and itchy. At the same time, the middle-aged man's fingers also swollen quickly, and gradually turned into grilled sausages, and black blood flowed out of his fingertips.

"Husband, what's wrong with you, husband?" The middle-aged woman was a little panicked when she saw this. She hurriedly came to Zeng Shuai and said, "Miscellaneous Doctor, please let my husband go. He also saw that his father was seriously ill and in a bad mood, so he said those messy words. Doctor, don't be surprised!"

Zeng Shuai said lightly: "A man of such a big age, he is over forty years old? What should I say and what should not be said? Don't you know yet?"

"I know, I know, he just feels in a bad mood..."

"If you are in a bad mood, you can vent on others' heads? It's also true that you meet me. If you meet someone, wouldn't you be bullied by him?" Zeng Shuai smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry about him for now. Since he is in a bad mood, let him feel better!"

"But……"

What else the woman wanted to say, Zeng Shuai waved his hand and said to the middle-aged woman: "Do you still see a doctor? If you don't see a doctor, please get out of the way. There are still many patients waiting behind you!"

"Look, look!" the middle-aged woman said quickly, "Miscellaneous doctor, of course we have seen it!" At this time, she didn't care about her husband anymore, after all, her husband was wrong first.

"Then do you believe in my medical skills?" Zeng Shuai asked lightly.

"Believe, believe, of course I believe it. If I don't believe it, why would I come to see you for my dad?" the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"Okay, I'll prescribe you a prescription. As I said just now, I'll decoct your father. Remember, you need to use a casserole to decoct medicine, not a metal pot!" Zeng Shuai ordered one by one.

"I remember, miracle doctor!" the middle-aged woman said, but said again: "Then my husband's hand..."

"Your husband's hand, I don't want to treat it!" Zeng Shuai shook his head and said, "Don't he like to point at other people's noses and speak? To be honest, this is an impolite behavior and disrespect people's actions. In order to avoid such things happening in the future, let his fingers become suppurated and will not point to others in the future!"

"Miscellaneous Doctor, don't! You have to give me your best wishes, spare my husband once!" The middle-aged woman pleaded, "He is the pillar of our family. If he is disabled, our family's life will be affected again! So, please, the miracle doctor, you must give me your best wishes and treat my husband's hand!" Seeing Zeng Shuai unmoved, the middle-aged woman hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man over and said, "Hurry, apologize to the miracle doctor, please give me your best wishes, hurry!"

The middle-aged man couldn't stand the pain. When he heard his wife's words, he thought about it and finally bowed to Zeng Shuai and said, "Miscellaneous Doctor, I was wrong just now. I apologize to you! Please save me!"

Zeng Shuai smiled faintly when he heard this, and said, "The fingers are just swollen and suppurated. There is still 108,000 miles away from death. It is not worth saving!"

"Hey, I can talk, of course I can talk. If my fingers cannot be cured, what if I keep ulcerated? Then wouldn't my hands also become ulcerated, my arms also become ulcerated, and my whole body is ulcerated?"

Zeng Shuai said without changing his expression, "Huh? How did you know?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged man cried and said with a sad face when he heard this: "My doctor, then you must save me! I also have to support my family. Even if you hate me, for the sake of my 70-year-old father, let me spare me, so I can continue to be filial to him!"

"This..." Zeng Shuai said lightly: "Okay, I'll spare you! You go!"

"Ah?" the middle-aged man was stunned and said, "Then how to treat my fingers?"

"Oh, this is simple!" Zeng Shuai said with a smile: "Don't you like to identify with your hands? You just need to find a brick and poke it with your swollen fingers until you poke the brick through, and your fingers will be fine!"
Chapter completed!