"Heed not a child's words, and suffer right before your eyes."
Only she knew that Old Mr. Gong's chronic leg rheumatism had not been cured at all; everything was a surface illusion.
Ahem!
With a soft cry of surprise, Old Mr. Gong's face beamed with joy. Under the blowing air conditioner, his legs felt not a shred of pain, nor did they tremble.
Ghost Doctor Old Fang laughed heartily, "Traditional Chinese Medicine must not be insulted!"
"A physician holds the heart of a parent, and I, Hua Yi, have done right by you."
"It's time for you to admit that Western Medicine is inferior to Traditional Chinese Medicine."
Hearing this, Professor Acrylic seemed unwilling to believe it.
"To say his illness is cured now is impractical. We must prove it with data, and we will examine his legs once more."
Professor Acrylic looked at the crowd and spoke.
Just as the nurse was about to help examine Old Mr. Gong again, an accident occurred.
They saw Old Mr. Gong suddenly cry out in pain, and his legs began to shake violently, trembling even more fiercely than before they were treated.
"What is going on?"
"Go take a look!"
In an instant, everyone in the hall was stunned, growing flustered and scrambling about in panic.
Apricot Grove Divine Doctor Old Li took a closer look, turning pale with fright—this was a worsening of the symptoms of chronic leg rheumatism.
Moreover, the blood was about to block the blood vessels, and the entire leg was turning somewhat black and purple.
Second Master An immediately turned off the air conditioner to keep Old Mr. Gong's legs from enduring any more.
The little one spread her hands and said in a milky voice, "I told you so, they were bleeding just now and you