The commander's snores were loud enough to rattle the windows.
A commander who couldn't be taken down even by three or five strapping young men had been put to sleep with a snap of the fingers. Even a man built like iron had gone down just like that.
Still finding it hard to believe, Li Feng tentatively asked, "He's asleep?"
"Of course!"
Li Bai stepped aside. The commander was sleeping soundly on the single bed.
The drowsiness he'd been building up for days had erupted all at once. Even thunder probably wouldn't wake him.
Li Feng went over to the bed, examined the commander carefully from head to toe, then turned back.
"That's all it took?"
It was almost too simple to believe. It felt like a trick.
If other doctors could work that quickly, why bother with all that medical equipment? They wouldn't even need to stock a pharmacy.
"All medicine has side effects. It's best not to use any if you can help it. The body's natural regulation works better than any medicine, and it has no side effects."
Li Bai shrugged. Psychiatry was rooted in the traditional Chinese medical specialty of Zhu You Ke, which advocated Oneness of Heaven and Man. Medication was often a last resort.
Of all the departments, psychiatry was probably the most conscientious: if they could avoid prescribing medicine, they did.
Of course, once medication was necessary, things were usually about to get ugly.
Everything came at a price. Great benefits brought great drawbacks; small benefits, small drawbacks. Heaven had always been fair, with no exceptions.
"So does that mean he's cured?"
Li Feng pointed at Commander Cui, who was snoring away on the bed. At least he was asleep now, and his sleep seemed pretty good.
Insomnia had tormented Big Shot for