"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!"