The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

Zachary took the medicine box and looked at it. His eyes were full of anger. The medicine was the Huabai Body-tempering Liquid produced by Mocoo Pharmacy's medicine. "Big Sister, put Jacob on the ground and I'll treat him," Zachary said.

"Are you treating Jacob?" The village woman looked at Zachary suspiciously.

At this time, the child coughed out a mouthful of blood again, and his eyes had begun to roll. The village woman suddenly became anxious and nodded hurriedly. "Thank you, doctor!" When Zachary was about to take action, Vernon shouted, "Stop! Who let you treat the disease here?"

Zachary looked at Vernon coldly and said, "If you go back to the Healler Hall and don't save him, don't tell me you don't allow me to cure the disease and save him."

The onlookers and the sick immediately burst into a discussion.

"It's too much to go back to Healler Hall. If you don't treat yourself, don't let others treat you."

"That's right. Their medicine is so expensive that they only want to make money. They don't want to cure the disease and save people at all."

"You profiteer, I won't come here to see a doctor again."

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Hearing all the comments, Vernon's face darkened and he shouted to Zachary, "Don't think that I don't know what you are up to. You just want to hype yourself with my reputation of returning to Healler Hall."

Zachary said in a cold voice, "Do you think that a person's life is less important than your so-called reputation in your mind?"

"Well said. The reason why you are pretending now is not for your reputation. When the time comes, you and your old lover may come up with some news that the patients can't be cured by Healler Hall and are cured by you," Vernon said. "Ridiculous!" Zachary looked at Vernon coldly and shouted, "I, Zachary, need your help to hype my medical skills back to Healler Hall."

Hearing the name of Zachary, the onlookers immediately made noise. Many people shouted, "Dr. Ching, please treat me!"

"What do you mean? Don't tell me that my medical skills back to Healler Hall are not as good as you, a Chinese medicine practitioner on the street." Vernon shouted angrily.

"I don't know much about your medical skills when you go back to Healler Hall, but I know very well about your Three-legged Cat's medical skills." Zachary was not polite at all.

"You, you are arrogant. Today I will show you my medical skills. Do you dare to gamble with me?" Vernon said angrily.

"Why not?"

"Well, let's compare this child's illness with that of ours. Let's see who can cure him. If you lose, you must kneel at the door of Healler Hall and kowtow to apologize." Vernon pointed to the child in the village woman's arms. "Yes. But if you lose, I will smash your plaque when you go back to Healler Hall." Zachary snapped, pointing to a plaque in the main hall of Healler Hall.

"How dare you! This 'Ren Xin Rende' plaque was given to my grandfather by Bruce, the Herbal King in the capital. How dare you smash him!" Vernon shouted. This plaque could be said to be the surface of his returning to Healler Hall. If it was smashed, wouldn't it mean that the back to Healler Hall would be directly slapped in the face?

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Zachary sneered and said, "What's wrong? You don't dare to do that anymore!"

Vernon suddenly flew into a rage. "What a joke, I dare not. Let's start!"

As he said this, Vernon walked up to the child, took out a wet tissue and wiped it on the child's wrist. Then he frowned and felt his pulse.

After a while, he loosened his fingers and looked at Zachary proudly, saying, "I've already diagnosed it. It's your turn."

"No need, let's start the treatment!" Zachary waved his hand.

"Arrogant!" Seeing this, Vernon was even more furious. He immediately asked someone to take out a pen and paper and began writing the prescription. Then he looked at Zachary and said, "I've prescribed medicine. Please write the prescription!"

Zachary waved his hand again and said, "No, the result of your diagnosis is just ordinary bark, the prescribed medicine is nothing more than seventy-two grams, forty-four grams, thirty-four grams, and three grams of night enlightenment sand..."

Vernon's triumphant cheeks suddenly turned into purple-red pig liver color. Finally, he squeezed the prescription in his hand into a ball and argued, "Even if you guessed my prescription, so what? As long as the prescription is correct and can cure the disease, I won't lose."

Zachary glanced at him faintly and said, "The prerequisite you won is that your prescription can cure the disease, but unfortunately, your prescription can't cure the disease, because it's not a scar on the skin."

"It's impossible. I diagnose it myself. How could it be wrong?" Vernon said loudly.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Zachary did not explain. He walked to Jacob and whispered, "Jacob, close your eyes, okay?"

The child closed Jimmy obediently, and Zachary immediately took out a silver needle, quickly stabbed a black lump on Jacob's lower abdomen, and then gently squeezed it with his hand, which immediately oozed a mass of black liquid. "Are you saying this is a trident?" Zachary immediately turned his head and looked at Vernon.

Vernon bit his lip fiercely. The expression on his face kept changing, and his body trembled slightly. As the descendant of Healler Hall, he certainly could see that there was no symptom of black liquid flowing from the Bund on his skin. "It's not a Bund!" Vernon shook his head with difficulty, and at the same time, he said, "I saw the wrong disease, and you may not be able to see it."

Zachary shook his head gently and said, "This disease is called a brocade. Its symptoms are much worse than ordinary brilliance, and it is difficult to cure. It is a rare mutant disease. In ancient Hasbrouck, it was only recorded in some medical books."

Vernon didn't expect Zachary's answer to be so clear. He looked even more embarrassed. Then he stuck out his neck and said, "What are you talking about? I've never heard of it. Who knows if it's a disease you made up or not, and there's no evidence to check it out."

Zachary said coldly, "Speaking of Covert Power, you don't understand, but there is a name for this disease abroad, called Lefen fever. You've heard about it all the time, haven't you?"

"El classes fever!" Vernon was stunned, and then he carefully checked Jacob's symptoms. Finally, his face changed and said, "It's really an El classes heat problem! It's one of the top ten stubborn diseases in Africa that can't be overcome. Many western scientists and doctors are also difficult to cure. How can our traditional Chinese medicine be cured well?"

Hearing this, Zachary snorted coldly and said with a cold face, "The disease has been recorded in ancient times. As a doctor of Chinese medicine, you only know that you want to tell your foreign name. As for the things that can't be cured by foreigners, you can say that we can't treat them. It's really sad to have a doctor of Chinese medicine passed down to someone like you."

Being lectured by Zachary and pointing fingers by passers-by, Vernon immediately lost his face and explained, "You can only say it. Traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound, but many things have long been lost, and there are many things that are not scientific and superstitious. Now Western medicine is all over the world, and the traditional Chinese medicine is subtle. I say that traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as western medicine. Although it is not pleasant to hear, it is also a fact."

Zachary didn't expect that a well-known descendant of traditional Chinese medicine would have such a view of traditional Chinese medicine. From this, he could imagine how much ordinary people didn't trust traditional Chinese medicine. Thinking that the national quintessence had fallen to such a state, Zachary felt inexplicably sad. The sense of responsibility of reviving traditional Chinese medicine suddenly burned up.