The director of Jiangzhou Hospital is in a panic, and the female CEO is in a coma. The cause of the disease cannot be found. The experts in the hospital were helpless, so I opened the door and went in to take a pulse: she was not sick, but poisoned. Everyone stared at me: Who are you? I took out the ancestral silver needle from my arms: charlatan. Three days later, Mrs. Zhou came to express her gratitude in person, followed by people from the provincial department—young man, are you interested in coming to work in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital?
