Inside the room.
The air was somewhat still.
The pain had vanished from Vice Minister Jia's face, replaced by suspicion. He shook his head hard and felt it out for a while.
Dong Xuebin asked, "Minister Jia, how do you feel?"
Jia Miao gave Dong Xuebin a deep look. "It doesn't hurt at all anymore."
Dong Xuebin smiled. "It's good if it can at least ease the pain for now."
Madam Jia stared blankly. "Old Jia, are you really all right?"
Jia Miao laughed. "I feel incredibly good right now. The pain really stopped!"
Normally, whenever Jia Miao's headaches flared up, they would last for one or two hours, the pain so unbearable it felt like death. Even painkillers had little effect. Yet Dong Xuebin had merely pressed the back of his head for a few seconds, and the headache had completely vanished. And when he had treated Madam Jia's sprained waist earlier, he had cured her completely without seeming to exert any effort. It was nothing short of miraculous. Only then did Jia Miao and Madam Jia truly believe in Dong Xuebin's medical skills. People really could not be judged by appearances. Who said a young person could not be a good doctor? Illnesses that so many hospitals had been unable to handle were cured with just a few squeezes of his hand. Even a miracle doctor was no better than this.
The old Chinese medicine practitioner beside them immediately felt awkward. He had given Vice Minister Jia acupuncture for several days without seeing any results.
Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner Ma asked, "Young man, which university did you graduate from?"
Dong Xuebin smiled. "I've already been working for several years."
The old Chinese medicine practitioner blinked. "Then are you from the provincial hospital? Or a Capital City hospital?"
Dong