"Doctor, do you think this will work?"
Sun Nanzheng asked the internist treating him for confirmation.
He had mixed feelings about that huge slap from Li Bai. Damn it, had he really been asking for a beating?
"It's working! That slap wasn't for nothing."
Setting aside the personal angle and looking at it strictly from a professional perspective, He Ming nodded solemnly.
To be fair, Sun Nanzheng's pancake of a face had visibly recovered quite a bit. There was no way a heat pack could have done that.
They had originally expected it would take at least three days for Sun Nanzheng's face to return to normal.
But now, it looked like a few more slaps might restore it completely.
Medical treatments came in all sorts of forms and methods. They were flexible and varied, not bound by rigid rules.
And in documented cases, people had done far more than slap patients. They had even angered them until they vomited blood or made them drink excrement soup (golden juice). Don't always accuse traditional Chinese medicine of going too far—Western medicine has also been known to prescribe Viagra to children, without observing the rules of the underworld. There was nothing you couldn't think of, and nothing that couldn't be done. No matter how bizarre, if it was a successful and effective treatment, it was still a treatment.
As long as I bring the patient back from the brink, what's a few slaps across the face?!
"How about giving me two more?"
Sun Nanzheng had taken Li Bai as his lifeline. He was afraid people would think he was a monster and have him taken out!
"Forget it. I'll count those last two as a freebie. I'm worried you'll come after me later."
Li Bai was starting to act like he was