I Am Reborn as a Medical God in a Foreign Country

I am not the god of medicine, I am the god of medicine When Lin Yuan woke up, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant. He was lying on a gurney in the emergency room, his eyes hurting from the glare of the incandescent lights. A nurse was taking his blood pressure. When he opened his eyes, he said without raising his head: "Are you awake? I guess you are lucky. You will faint because of low blood sugar and get a 120 call. You owe the hospital 3,200 yuan. Please pay the fee quickly." Lin Yuan said nothing. He was digesting something - three days ago, he was on the battlefield in the third year of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Nine golden needles pierced the heart of the enemy's commander, resulting in an arrow in his chest. When I opened my eyes again, I arrived at this strange place with iron boxes running around the streets and tall buildings rising into the clouds. After receiving the memory of this body, he fell silent.