He spoke in a very polite tone and addressed them as "miracle doctors". Several doctors blushed, feeling that they were not worthy of the title, while the rest looked normal and confident.

The manager silently took note of everyone's reactions.

The doctors stood on the left and right. Lan Zhi hesitated for a few seconds and stood on the left.

The steward continued, "Please, all the divine doctors on the right, please take a seat first. If you are thirsty or hungry, please feel free to ask for help. If there is any inadequacy in our hospitality, please bear with us. Divine doctors on the left, please follow me first."

Several doctors on the right sat down, and the maids served them tea and snacks.

Lan Zhi, standing on the left, followed the steward along with the other nine doctors, passing through several side doors and going around and around. When everyone was about to get dizzy, the steward said, "We're here."

This is a woman's boudoir. Incense is burning in the room. Two maids are standing by the bed, where a young girl is lying.

The steward said, "This is our cousin from the Ji Mansion, her name is Xihong. Miss Xihong is in a coma and no matter what method we use, she cannot be awakened. I hope that the miracle doctors can wake her up. If you succeed, the Ji Mansion will reward you handsomely."

"good."

Several doctors nodded in response, and two maids carefully took Miss Xihong's hand out of the quilt. Originally, the doctors' expressions were very confident, but after everyone stepped forward to take the pulse one by one, they all fell silent, and some doctors even shook their heads with sad faces.

The manager's smile faded and he asked, "What's wrong? Is Miss Xihong's condition not optimistic?"

"No..." One of the doctors said with an embarrassed look, "Miss Xihong's pulse is neither floating nor sinking, but steady and smooth. Judging from her pulse, she is in good health and has no illness..."

Lan Zhi was the last doctor to take Xihong's pulse. Her hand was on Xihong's pulse, feeling the rhythm of her life while listening to the other doctors express their opinions.

One of the doctors said, "I'm good at acupuncture. Could you please give Miss Xihong a few needles on her head?"

Another said, "I'm good at applying plasters. Please give Miss Xihong two plasters for free."

Another doctor said, "I know cupping and scraping. Let me cup and scrape your back. Maybe it will be helpful."

Hearing this, the steward curled his lips and asked the last doctor who spoke: "Can you guarantee that the young lady will wake up after the scraping?"