In the clinic, Wang Han had Manager Zhang and the waiter carry in the constable who was barely breathing, and he was the first to receive treatment.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Looking at the constable who was in so much pain that his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and blood was still flowing from his mouth, but he didn't dare to utter a sound, Wang Han casually glanced at his injuries and clicked his tongue mockingly.
"General, I'm afraid he won't survive." Zhou Fu carefully examined the constable's injuries for a while and said regretfully to Wang Han. "His shoulder and ribs are broken, and his internal injuries are extremely severe, with massive damage to his internal organs. He's already..."
"That's why I said your medical skills aren't quite there yet. Today you can practice properly; so many people are lined up waiting for your treatment," Wang Han said, tapping the constable's body a few times to save his life. The constable's breathing immediately became easier, his complexion improved slightly, and the blood in his mouth stopped. Daring to call himself "Grandpa" in front of him, even if he didn't kill him, he'd leave a lasting scar—a lifelong one. It would be better for him to be dead than alive; at least he'd gain a reputation for mercy.
"Watch closely. To treat his internal organs, we need to first seal his acupoints with silver needles and stop the blood vessels everywhere. Then..." Wang Han said, demonstrating as he spoke. With a wave of his hand, several sharp scalpels appeared in Wang Han's hand. Then, to Zhou Fu's horrified gaze and the fearful gazes of the patients in line, he quickly slashed open the constable's body like killing a chicken. After that, he performed a series of dazzling and incomprehensible movements, which terrified them so much that they felt a chill run down their spines, and some even started to back out.
Finally, to their disbelief, he healed the constable's internal injuries, stitched up the wound, and then swung a water ball to wake the constable, miraculously saving the man they thought was surely dead.
"Your life is not in danger. I forgot to stop your pain just now. You're really good at enduring pain." After doing all this, Wang Han summoned a water sphere to float in the air and washed his hands. He continued, "However, although your life is not in danger, you will need a long time to recover from the injury, and there will still be significant hidden dangers in the future. Just be careful in the future."
"Thank you so much, General Shenwei," the constable said gratefully. If Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and the others were here, they would surely say, "It's better to offend a petty person than Wang Han." This constable, though his life was spared, was ruined. He had recovered from his injuries, but only half-healed, unable to do anything, and left with a host of ailments. Both men knew Wang Han's medical skills were extremely high; at least they didn't know anyone else who could surpass him in medicine. The fact that he wasn't fully cured was definitely intentional. (Wang Han was proficient in ancient and modern medicine, integrating techniques from several worlds, and had even associated with Orochimaru, and even had his own research lab.)
"Alright, the rest of them don't have any serious injuries, so you can practice on them. Shopkeeper, remember to collect the money, charge an apprentice price. This is a pharmacy, not a charity! We can't lose money." After the constables were carried out, Wang Han said to Zhou Fu, then turned and walked to his green rattan hanging chair. After Wang Han lay down in the hanging chair, a large number of vines and leaves quickly grew on the rattan, blocking everyone's view.
"He's truly a celestial master! He's in control of the five elements!" Upon seeing this, the surrounding people couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Next, everyone else be quiet." Seeing that the crowd was about to start talking about Wang Han, Manager Zhang quickly called out, diverting everyone's attention. He dared not let these people talk about Wang Han, lest they say something they shouldn't.
As the shopkeeper spoke, a burly man with several footprints on his face and his face covered in bruises stepped forward. He said with a forced smile, "Doctor, it's nothing else, they're just jealous of my good looks."
“He’s clearly just ugly. He doesn’t have any injuries, it’s just that his face was targeted—no, specifically his face. Just prescribe some liniment for him.” Before Zhou Fu could even begin examining him, Wang Han said, “Go register with Manager Zhang. With that ugly face of yours that attracts hatred, you’re qualified. Remember to pay for the medicine. Next.”
"Thank you, General, thank you, General." Upon hearing this, the man immediately knelt on the ground and repeatedly thanked Wang Han, who was hidden by the vines.
"Come with me!" Seeing that the burly man was about to thank him endlessly, Manager Zhang quickly said.
"My turn! My turn!" As the man who had been slapped was the first to be taken as a guard, the others immediately became excited. Some of them who had been hesitant because they had heard that they would be used as practice subjects and that medical fees would be charged suddenly became hopeful. A few of them outside even slapped themselves a few times.
Outside the door, a man with a blue birthmark on his face, clutching his family heirloom sword, had initially considered giving up due to his lack of money, but he steeled himself. He could always pawn the sword. This was his only chance.
Unfortunately, Wang Han didn't speak to the second, third, or fourth person. One by one, they lined up expectantly to enter my medical shop, only to leave disappointed, counting their money and holding their medicine. This showed outsiders just how difficult it was to become a guard in General Shenwei's mansion—it was practically one in a thousand. But this also excited many others; with such a rigorous selection process, there was bound to be a place for them, and perhaps the Great General would even choose his guards in the future.
Before long, the people who came in all had the same problem: their faces were covered in bruises and welts. It was unclear what kind of unscrupulous people had spread these rumors. This, however, made Wang Han chuckle to himself for a while while sitting in his rattan swing chair.
Time passed second by second, and looking at the people who came in, almost all of them with external injuries, Zhou Fu couldn't help but let out a big yawn.
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