When the medical staff in the ward saw him like this, they could not help but whisper to each other.
"Is there a need to be so tired? Isn't it just acupuncture? You're actually sweating profusely from exhaustion?"
"I think his body is too weak. It's better to give himself a jab first."
"Hahaha, I think so too. He doesn't think that Old Master Zhao will wake up with a few needles, does he?"
"How is this possible? How could there be such medical skills in this world? Moreover, I saw that his acupuncture technique was very clumsy. One look and I could tell that he was a novice."
"After all, he's self-taught. How can he really be compared to a top student who graduated from medical school?"
"A layman who has studied for a few days dares to brag? It's too funny…"
Just as everyone was laughing at him, Divine Doctor Han stared blankly at the silver needles.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the show, while professionals watch the tricks.
