The Era of Strange Tales: My Clinic Has a 100% Survival Rate

Chen An is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who opened a small clinic in the east of the city. Every day he browses medicinal materials, organizes medicine cabinets, sits in the hall for consultations, and occasionally looks through newspapers to find new purchase channels. Most of his patients come in through the back door. The pupils shrank and trembled like chaff. Chen An thinks this is a normal reaction for emergency patients. Some people take the medicine he prescribes, and some don't. After eating, my heartbeat is steady, my five senses are strengthened, and I feel stronger when I leave the house than when I came in. Those who didn't want to eat—Chen An never saw him again. They walked out the back door and never came back, and the medical record said "prognosis unknown." His clinic has been open for half a month, and the survival rate is 100%. He thinks this is normal. After all, he is a doctor. Doctors treat diseases and save people. Of course, people cannot die in the clinic. As for the young men who walked in from the main entrance in full armor and sat down to have their pulse checked, their hands were shaking. Probably because of fear of hardship.