Changping Street.
Although Changping Street was not the busiest or most prosperous street in Taiwu Ward, it normally saw no small amount of foot traffic. Shops stood shoulder to shoulder along both sides, with towers, pavilions, and halls everywhere one looked.
Today was no special occasion, yet this street had fallen into a rare traffic jam.
More than a hundred people had gathered outside a medical clinic called Ci Shi Hall, blocking the road in front of it.
Then quite a few passersby came over out of curiosity to watch the excitement, making the congestion even worse!
People kept squeezing toward the clinic's entrance, nearly trampling down the threshold.
"Line up! All of you, line up properly!"
Seeing that things were about to spiral out of control, two fierce-looking Martial Artists shoved aside the people clogging the entrance and began maintaining order.
Most of those gathered outside Ci Shi Hall were commoners. How could they dare contend with Martial Artists? They all shrank back fearfully, heads lowered.
Then servants from the clinic came out and handed out numbered tokens.
The tokens were carved from wood, branded with Ci Shi Hall's seal and a number.
"Consultations will be handled by number. You may enter only when your number is called."
A Martial Artist shouted, "If anyone dares make trouble, don't blame Grandpa's fists for showing no mercy!"
The service attitude was truly awful, yet everyone happened to eat it right up. Those who received tokens squatted happily by the wall and waited patiently.
"Immortal Master, your method is truly brilliant!"
Inside the clinic, a physician respectfully said to Wang Chen, who had just arrived, "This humble one had been afraid something would go wrong!"
The sight of the clinic nearly being crushed by the crowd just now had truly given him