Strongest Medical Saint

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Sun Dongquan and Zhao Yi saw the people from the training camp leading Wan Guoming and others toward them, so they immediately walked over.

"Secretary Wan, as long as the divine doctor is willing to help, there's no doubt your legs will be saved."

In the past two years, although Sun Dongquan felt a strong aversion to Wan Guoming's actions, he couldn't bring himself to be ungrateful and betray him.

Fortunately, he believed that after today, he could fully repay the help he once received from Wan Guoming.

Wan Guoming was seated in a wheelchair, watching the rot on his legs getting worse. For now, he didn't want to fall out with Sun Dongquan: "Elder Sun, are you sure this divine doctor can definitely cure my legs?"

Sun Dongquan nodded with certainty, "I dare say this divine doctor is the best doctor in the whole world. Just try not to judge by appearances later on—the doctor is quite young."

Jiang Zhongfu, who trailed along, said, "Old Sun, cut the nonsense. We can't delay Secretary Wan's treatment. We won't judge by appearances. Is the divine doctor from the Capital City?"

Sun Dongquan did not respond to Jiang Zhongfu; the two of them were like brothers from the same school in the old days.

Sun Dongquan was, in fact, Jiang Zhongfu's senior brother.

It's a pity that traditional Chinese medicine was rapidly being swallowed up by Western medicine, and the field of traditional Chinese medicine was becoming more and more depressed.

Jiang Zhongfu had only studied traditional Chinese medicine for three years when he immediately left his school to switch to Western medicine. Now, he had become the director of the provincial people's hospital.

Sun Dongquan always looked down on his junior brother, Jiang Zhongfu, and had no intention of engaging with him. He addressed Wan Guoming, "Secretary Wan, follow me."

Under the watchful eyes of the training camp's members, a group of people headed to the room where Shen Feng was resting.

Upon entering the room.

Wan Guoming didn't expect Cai Chunlong to be there as well. Both being from the prominent South Cloud family, they naturally recognized each other.

But he had no intention of greeting Cai Chunlong at the moment. He wanted to get his legs treated quickly, scanning the room, looking at Ding Tianhu and Shen Feng, growing more puzzled, "Elder Sun, where is the divine doctor?"

When Hell Training Camp first began construction here, Wan Guoming had met Ding Tianhu once and knew he was an instructor at the camp.

As for Shen Feng, who appeared to be only in his twenties, Wan Guoming merely thought he was a member of the training camp or maybe a junior to Ding Tianhu, without associating him with the term "divine doctor."

Sun Dongquan looked at Shen Feng with respect, saying, "Secretary Wan, this is the divine doctor who can heal your legs."

What?

This kid in front of me is the divine doctor?

Are you joking?

Wan Guoming's eyes narrowed, his suppressed anger finally becoming uncontrollable, his face filled with rage, and he said in a cold voice, "Sun Dongquan, are you sure you're not playing with me?"

The wheelchair-pushing Cao Xueli, pointing at Sun Dongquan, screamed shrilly, "Do you think our eyes are for decoration? He's a divine doctor? Has he even graduated from university yet? We rushed here overnight, and this is what you do to us?"

Wan Yu, standing off to the side with an air of self-importance, glanced at Shen Feng and scoffed, "Let this kid treat my dad for ten billion? Old Sun, are you trying to extort the Wan family? Don't forget who you are. You're just a practitioner of Chinese medicine. Who believes in that nonsense Chinese medicine these days?"
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Sun Dongquan immediately trembled with anger, as he had simply wished to repay a past debt of gratitude.

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If it hadn't been for his request to Mr. Shen, where else could the Wan Family find someone to cure Wan Guoming's legs, even if they spent more money? What does it mean to have good intentions but not receive good outcomes? He truly understood that now.

"Secretary Wan, you should be clear about my character. I have personally witnessed Mr. Shen's medical skills. If even he can't cure your legs, then there's nobody in the world who can," Sun Dong Quan said definitively, trying to keep his tone calm.

After a moment of thought, Wan Guoming's expression softened, "Elder Sun, I was too impulsive just now. I believe your words. Let this young miracle doctor treat me!"

At this point.

Wan Guoming had no better options.

Jiang Zhongfu stared at Sun Dong Quan and said, "Don't tell me that this kid intends to use traditional Chinese medicine? You're joking with the patient's legs! How profound can this kid's foundation in Chinese medicine be?"

Jiang Zhongfu knew his fellow apprentice brother well; he was aware that Sun Dong Quan most admired traditional Chinese medicine and would not recommend Western medicine to Wan Guoming. It would have been another story if it were a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who treated leaders in the Capital City, those were genuine titans of the medical circle. But what capabilities did this young man have?

Once, Jiang Zhongfu had a heart set on saving lives and helping the injured, but after studying traditional Chinese medicine, he realized it was becoming increasingly marginalized.

After giving it a long thought, he finally understood that as long as lives could be saved, what difference was there between Chinese and Western medicine! He wanted to promote Chinese medicine too, but in the entire Huaxia Country, there were too few capable practitioners of Chinese medicine, while countless people needed medical treatment every day.

Ding Tianhu and Cai Chunlong frowned tightly. In their view, given that Master Shen was willing to take action, these people should be secretly overjoyed. Instead, they were here questioning and there questioning, simply wasting the master's time.

"Are you done with your nonsense? Do you want to be treated or not? This is my Hell Training Camp. If you don't want treatment, get out immediately," Ding Tianhu barked unceremoniously.

After his expression changed several times, Wan Guoming still wanted to give it a try, "Please, let this young miracle doctor treat me!"

Shen Feng glanced at Wan Guoming, Cao Xueli, and Wan Yu, the family of three. He casually deduced that none of these three were good people and must have committed no small amount of atrocious deeds.

But as always, he kept his word, "Transfer ten billion to my account first, and I'll start treating you right away."

Upon hearing this, Wan Yu glared and retorted, "You haven't even cured my father's illness yet, and you want to collect ten billion in medical fees first? Isn't your appetite a little too big?"

The smile on Wan Guoming's lips stiffened, "Young miracle doctor, please give me some time to arrange the treatment fee. I won't owe you anything."

Shen Feng spoke indifferently, "You think the ten billion treatment fee is too expensive? If I had known your actions earlier, you could have offered twenty billion, and I still wouldn't have lifted a finger."

"Now you don't want to pay? Fine by me, I am spared the trouble of having to take action."

Shen Feng glanced at Sun Dong Quan, "Enough. It's their choice. Don't come seeking my help for them again in the future."

"Opportunities only come once, and they have already missed theirs."

What is this kid talking about?

Was it Elder Sun who begged him, and that's why he finally agreed to take action? Has it nothing to do with the medical fees?

This is too far-fetched!

Wan Guoming felt more and more convinced that Shen Feng was a fraud, looking no more than about twenty years old, speaking with such arrogant pride.

"Dad, this kid is pretty impressive, huh! Look at his nonchalant demeanor; does he really think he's some sort of great sage? I see this as a scheme concocted by Sun Dong Quan and the others. Ten billion is definitely not a small sum to these ordinary folks," Wan Yu thought he had seen through everything.