"Thank you, Doctor Zhang! Thank you, Doctor Zhang!"
The elder brother of the owner tightly clasped Zhang Feng’s hands.
Just now, Zhang Feng used resonance and a few medicinal herbs to cleanse most of the toxins from the child’s body.
"Urgh..." The ten-year-old child is now vomiting profusely in the bathroom, no longer looking as sickly as he did on the hospital bed earlier.
Of course, he might be actually fine, but feigning illness to skip school.
Whatever the reason, Zhang Feng got the boy up lively and spirited.
"I told you not to eat recklessly." The owner followed Zhang Feng’s method and was patting his nephew’s back.
"Thank you, Uncle... Thank you, Uncle Zhang..." The little nephew truly felt unwell and wasn’t pretending, but he felt much better after vomiting.
Even his complexion became rosy.
"Drink another dose of medicine later, and vomit once more." Zhang Feng glanced at the bathroom, then handed a small note to the elder brother, "Follow the diet plan on this note, let the child eat for two days, and the toxin will nearly be gone.
During this vomiting episode, the expelled energy can slowly recover, or simply put, the nausea and throat burning caused by stomach acid will soon vanish."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The elder brother took the note and bowed in gratitude.
"Doctor Zhang? Are you free now?"
Meanwhile, an old doctor stood at the door, cautiously inviting Zhang Feng.
Behind him were several young doctors.
By coincidence, they were doing rounds when Zhang Feng was treating the patient.
They naturally witnessed Zhang Feng’s miraculous ’Traditional Chinese Medicine massage therapy.’
’A few herbs and a few massages, curing a food poisoned person completely in less than five minutes?’
They were astounded, even their old medical knowledge seemed overturned.
Moreover, they felt that if they informed their peers, not only would their peers not be similarly shocked, but they would surely ridicule them.
Because this was simply impossible, no matter the explanation, it remained improbable.
Thus, they found themselves in a state of confusion and amazement, standing at the door unwilling to depart.
Their intent was not to steal techniques.
On the contrary, they merely wished to communicate with this ’miraculous doctor’ for a few moments.
’Can medicine truly be this wondrous?’
At this moment, under the sunlight through the window.
They watched Zhang Feng in his white sportswear, as if seeing the ’ultimate frontier of medicine.’
At that frontier was a person in white boldly charging into the ghostly gates, extending life on the Book of Life and Death in King Yama’s hall.
"It was quite simple massage, paired with some herbs." Zhang Feng, seeing their admiration and shock, did not hide things.
He respected dedicated doctors, because weren’t they also retrieving people from King Yama’s clutches?
In fact, if possible, Zhang Feng wished to teach all his medical knowledge to them and share it with the world, like martial arts training with big data.
Perhaps then, even more lives could be saved.
Though this idea was somewhat utopian, how could he know without trying?
Since he was there, he had the time.
"This type of massage is actually a conversion of power." Zhang Feng was candid, "Despite my personal martial arts training providing varied power shifts in massage, you may not grasp it quickly.
Yet the techniques are the same, I may cure someone in one go, but you can achieve most of the effect by varying techniques and massaging multiple times."
Zhang Feng spoke, looking at the somewhat dazed doctors,
"Next, I’ll discuss various technique skills. Would you mind fetching some paper and pens, and I’ll speak while you take notes?"
With a ’mini-lecture’ concluded.
Observing the room full of note-taking doctors and the owner squeezed into the corner, Zhang Feng felt a bit apologetic towards the owner.
Fortunately, the patient was given special attention; the little nephew and the elder brother were moved to another ward.
At this time, as Zhang Feng was pondering, a young doctor studying TCM raised a hand,
"Earlier you mentioned the interrelation of the five elements and five organs, yet some medicines you talked about do not fit within the five elements theory, that is..."
He paused, hesitant to continue as many colleagues and leaders glared at him, blaming him for questioning the miraculous Doctor Zhang.
Their faith stemmed from Zhang Feng curing their own old ailments while teaching them.
The truth lay before them, making words unnecessary.
"Hmm, my treatment method slightly differs from tradition." Zhang Feng answered the question,
"I’ve traveled to many places around the world, met numerous people and witnessed various things, including some unusual medical practices and pathologies.
Some do not acknowledge our ancestors’ theories of the five elements, instead, through their understanding and practice, they cured patients using different herbs.
Some of these herbs are now extinct, yet I found similar substitutes.
Your concerns are valid, as those medicines were indeed my additions."
Zhang Feng spoke, noting the disbelief on everyone’s faces.
As amending medical texts and substituting medicines is no short-term task nor achievable by an individual.
Yet in reality, Zhang Feng approached an ’80-year’ medical lifespan, with vast knowledge across global medical fields, enhanced by previous mental relaxation.