The middle-aged man was dressed in a white shirt and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looking gentle and scholarly.
However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's forehead was full of sweat, his expression anxious, and he was already in a panic.
Lionel Yeager glanced at the woman in the middle-aged man's arms and immediately understood what was happening.
At this point, a middle-aged man in a white suit and several workers from the medical hall were alarmed and rushed over.
This middle-aged man in the white suit was one of the attending physicians of the Hundred Herbs Residence, named Philip Steel. His medical skills were excellent and he had a small reputation in the area.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Philip Steel hurriedly asked.
The middle-aged man hastily replied: "Doctor, not long after my wife and I had dinner, we decided to take a walk by the road, but unexpectedly, my wife fainted while walking."
Philip Steel said: "Hurry up and put your wife on the bed!"
"Okay!"
The middle-aged man nodded and quickly placed the middle-aged woman on one of the beds in the medical hall.
Then, Philip Steel extended his hand to take the pulse of the middle-aged woman.
A few minutes later.
Philip Steel let go of his hand.
The middle-aged man hastily asked: "Doctor, what is wrong with my wife?"
Philip Steel replied: "Your wife is in shock due to a food allergy."
"Ah?! Will my wife be okay?!"
The middle-aged man suddenly jumped in fright.
"Don't worry, your wife is not in danger, she will wake up after drinking a bowl of medicinal soup."
Philip Steel confidently waved his hand, then ordered one of the workers: "Hurry up and get a bowl of Eight Treasure Soup!"
"Yes!"
A worker nodded his head, then hurried off to prepare the medicinal soup.
"Sir, rest assured, Dr. Steel is a famous traditional medicine doctor here, since Dr. Steel said it's okay, then it certainly is okay!"
"Yes, with Dr. Steel treating, your wife is guaranteed to be cured!"
The spectators all spoke in agreement.
Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, a voice came over.
"Ah, a quack is misleading people."
"Who is talking?"
Philip Steel's brows furrowed as he turned to look around.
The others also all looked over.
The crowd parted, and Lionel Yeager walked out.
"Kid, who are you calling a quack?"
Philip Steel asked coldly.
Lionel Yeager shrugged, "Who else but you?"
"Impudent!"
Before Philip Steel could speak, one of the workers beside him couldn't stand it, "Kid, Dr. Steel is a renowned traditional medicine doctor in this area, he has cured countless patients, how dare you call him a quack?"
Lionel Yeager said indifferently: "This guy doesn't even fully understand the patient's condition but has already come to a conclusion, if he's not a quack, what is he?"
"Absolute nonsense!"
The worker shouted, "A pup who hasn't finished growing his hair yet dares to question Dr. Steel, it's simply ridiculous!"
"Young man, you shouldn't be trying to make a name for yourself here, Dr. Steel's medical skills are not for you to question."
Someone in the crowd said.
The rest of the crowd looked at Lionel Yeager with scorn, feeling that he was just trying to attract attention.
The middle-aged man also looked at Lionel Yeager with displeasure.
Today's young people really use all means to gain fame.
A worker said: "Don't let this kid get in the way of Dr. Steel's treatment, kick him out immediately!"
Several workers immediately stepped forward, preparing to drive Lionel Yeager away.
"Hold on!"
Philip Steel raised his hand, "Since this young man questions my medical skills, I am going to show him whether I, Philip Steel, am a quack or a famous doctor!"
Upon hearing this, the workers stepped back.
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