"Sir, that may not be true. Chinese medicine can solve any problem that can not be solved by western medicine!" Xiao Yi's voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

"Young man, don't be so confident. Oh, Chen Sanye, who is over there, got something wrong with his legs. Western medicine says that his muscle degeneration can't be fixed. Can you solve it with our Chinese medicine?" An old man pointed to an old man in a wheelchair and said to Xiao Yi.

"Let me see!" Xiao Yi walked over to Chen Sanye, who was sitting in a wheelchair. He reached out to Chen Sanye's leg.

"Well, I've tried several big hospitals in Jing City...This wheelchair is bound to be with me all the time, even if I die." Chen Sanye said with a smile.

Xiao Yi had checked Chen Sanye's impaired legs with his hands and said with a smile, "Chen Sanye, I'm afraid that the King of Heaven won't allow you to take a wheelchair!"

"What? What do you mean?" Everyone couldn't help but look at Xiao Yi.

"I can cure the legs!" Xiao Yi said with a smile.

"What? Can he cure Chen Sanye's illness?"

"Just talking big!"

"If Chen Sanye's legs can be cured, the iron tree can also blossom."

The old men stopped playing chess. They whispered in a low voice.

"Chen Sanye, I brought you a needle. Would you like to give it a try?" Xiao Yi took out a box of acupuncture needles.

"I'll try. Anyway, I can feel nothing with my leg. And I don't need to be afraid of your steel needles." Chen Sanye pulled up his pants.

In front of everyone, the legs were dry and thin, and the muscles had shrunk, like two pieces of firewood.

But Xiao Yi didn't take it seriously. When his fingers moved slightly, the steel needle had already pierced into the acupoints of Chen's calf. His fingers twisted slightly, and the steel needle began to vibrate again.

"Hey? Why does this needle tremble on its own?"

"Don't worry, and the skin and flesh under the needle tremble, too."

"Yaaa, why it it turn red?"

"The red line!"

The old men were so surprised that they screamed.

Chen Sanye himself was even more surprised. He did not know if this was good or bad.

"Yo!" Chen Sanye suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Chen? Do you feel that something is wrong?"

"Young man, please pull out the needle as soon as possible!" They were all good friends of Chen Sanye, and they were all worried about him.

However, Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, "Don't! It's itchy and it's a little swollen!"

"Ah? Chen Sanye, didn't you say that your legs are numb? How can you still feel it?"

"I don't know. That's what happened all of a sudden. Ouch, I can't take it anymore." Chen Sanye's legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Chen Sanye, you have to endure. The vessel is recovering. You can not give it up." Xiao Yi held Chen Sanye's leg and said with a smile.

"Fine, I'll try." Chen Sanye clenched his teeth.

This time, the needles stayed in his legs for 20 minutes before pulled out the steel needle.

As soon as the steel needle left his body, Chen Sanye let out a long sigh of relief. Shaking his leg, he stood up from the wheelchair and said, "Oh my God, it really hurts."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone was looking at him as if he was a ghost. Chen Sanye looked down and realized that he could stand up. He was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground.

"Chen Sanye. You've recovered." Xiao Yi shouted.

Chen Sanye wobbled and shook a few times, but he didn't fall down. He tried to get out of his leg. It had been a long time since he got down on his feet.

"It's all right!" Chen Sanye suddenly choked with sobs.

"A highly-skilled doctor!"

"Wow, are you Galen?"

"How could it be?"

"Young man, you're amazing!"

Everyone looked at Xiao Yi with reverence. Their praise almost melted Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi smiled and waved his hand, saying, "My friends, do you still believe in Chinese Medicine, don't you?"

"Yes, it is the treasure from our ancestors!" The same word sounded in the crowd.

"Well, if you have any problems, go to the Jishi Hall. I'm leaving. I have to go back to cook for my boss."

Xiao Yi returned to the Jishi Hall. Qin Guangming snorted with a cold face. "I didn't expect you to play chess. You're evil. It seems that I can't even get paid for the herbal."

Xiao Yi ignored him and went to the kitchen alone.

On the kitchen table, there were the ingredients that Xiaoyue had already prepared. Xiao Yi rolled up his sleeves and made a pot of steamed chicken with medicine. He boiled a piece of vegetables and cooked two bowls of rice.

After a while, the kitchen smelled good.

Qin Guangming ran in with his nose twitching. "What are you doing? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Just help me set up the table." Xiao Yi served the dishes while ordering Qin Guangming.

Qin Guangming's nose kept twitching. While Xiao Yi was turning around, he reached out and grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, oh, it's delicious, it's so delicious!" Regardless of the hot feeling in his mouth, Qin Guangming almost swallowed his tongue.

Xiao Yi looked at Qin Guangming's funny look and laughed in his heart.

It was quite easy for Xiao Yi to make a dish as the great master of alchemy. Xiao Yi was extremely accurate about the time and material when he was cooking. A herbal cook chicken was not only delicious but also full of nutrients from the herbs. It is beneficial to Qi and nourishing blood and was suitable for a healed patient in a weak state.

Qin Guangming did not know it, but the delicious food was enough for him to eat like a hungry ghost. "Well, good boy, I didn't expect you to cook so well. It seems that the 800 yuan per month is not in vain."

Xiao Yi also served himself a bowl of rice and ate it gently.

However, before they finished their lunch, a large number of excited people poured into the clinic.