Chapter 008: A Quack Doctor Causes Harm!

The middle-aged man was dressed in a white shirt and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looking gentle and scholarly.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's forehead was full of sweat, his expression anxious, and he was already in a panic.

Lionel Yeager glanced at the woman in the middle-aged man's arms and immediately understood what was happening.

At this point, a middle-aged man in a white suit and several workers from the medical hall were alarmed and rushed over.

This middle-aged man in the white suit was one of the attending physicians of the Hundred Herbs Residence, named Philip Steel. His medical skills were excellent and he had a small reputation in the area.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Philip Steel hurriedly asked.

The middle-aged man hastily replied: "Doctor, not long after my wife and I had dinner, we decided to take a walk by the road, but unexpectedly, my wife fainted while walking."

Philip Steel said: "Hurry up and put your wife on the bed!"

"Okay!"

The middle-aged man nodded and quickly placed the middle-aged woman on one of the beds in the medical hall.

Then, Philip Steel extended his hand to take the pulse of the middle-aged woman.

A few minutes later.

Philip Steel let go of his hand.

The middle-aged man hastily asked: "Doctor, what is wrong with my wife?"

Philip Steel replied: "Your wife is in shock due to a food allergy."

"Ah?! Will my wife be okay?!"

The middle-aged man suddenly jumped in fright.

"Don't worry, your wife is not in danger, she will wake up after drinking a bowl of medicinal soup."

Philip Steel confidently waved his hand, then ordered one of the workers: "Hurry up and get a bowl of Eight Treasure Soup!"

"Yes!"

A worker nodded his head, then hurried off to prepare the medicinal soup.

"Sir, rest assured, Dr. Steel is a famous traditional medicine doctor here, since Dr. Steel said it's okay, then it certainly is okay!"

"Yes, with Dr. Steel treating, your wife is guaranteed to be cured!"

The spectators all spoke in agreement.

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a voice came over.

"Ah, a quack is misleading people."

"Who is talking?"

Philip Steel's brows furrowed as he turned to look around.

The others also all looked over.

The crowd parted, and Lionel Yeager walked out.

"Kid, who are you calling a quack?"

Philip Steel asked coldly.

Lionel Yeager shrugged, "Who else but you?"

"Impudent!"

Before Philip Steel could speak, one of the workers beside him couldn't stand it, "Kid, Dr. Steel is a renowned traditional medicine doctor in this area, he has cured countless patients, how dare you call him a quack?"

Lionel Yeager said indifferently: "This guy doesn't even fully understand the patient's condition but has already come to a conclusion, if he's not a quack, what is he?"

"Absolute nonsense!"

The worker shouted, "A pup who hasn't finished growing his hair yet dares to question Dr. Steel, it's simply ridiculous!"

"Young man, you shouldn't be trying to make a name for yourself here, Dr. Steel's medical skills are not for you to question."

Someone in the crowd said.

The rest of the crowd looked at Lionel Yeager with scorn, feeling that he was just trying to attract attention.

The middle-aged man also looked at Lionel Yeager with displeasure.

Today's young people really use all means to gain fame.

A worker said: "Don't let this kid get in the way of Dr. Steel's treatment, kick him out immediately!"

Several workers immediately stepped forward, preparing to drive Lionel Yeager away.

"Hold on!"

Philip Steel raised his hand, "Since this young man questions my medical skills, I am going to show him whether I, Philip Steel, am a quack or a famous doctor!"

Upon hearing this, the workers stepped back.

Soon, the worker who brought the medicinal soup returned, handing a bowl of medicine soup to Philip Steel.

Philip Steel took the medicine soup, fed a few spoonfuls of medicine soup to the middle-aged woman, then said, "In five minutes at most, this woman will wake up."

"Is it really true that this is going to happen? That's wonderful!"

The middle-aged man was suddenly overjoyed, his eyes full of expectation.

Soon, five minutes had passed.

However, to everyone's confusion, the middle-aged woman did not wake up.

The middle-aged man asked respectfully, "Doctor Philip, why hasn't my wife woken up yet?"

The others also looked perplexed.

Philip Steel furrowed his brow and said, "Mr., please wait a few more minutes, your wife will wake up soon."

The middle-aged man nodded his head but said nothing more.

A few more minutes passed.

The middle-aged woman still had not woken up.

"Doctor Philip, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man was growing increasingly anxious.

"This is strange, is Doctor Philip also capable of error?"

Someone in the crowd murmured.

The look on Philip Steel's face grew increasingly grim.

He said, "Mr., please wait, I'll go call my master to help your wife."

After saying this, Philip Steel hastily ran upstairs.

Shortly thereafter.

Philip Steel and a stout old man wearing a gray suit, with gray hair, a rosy complexion, and a corpulent figure came downstairs.

"My God, I never thought that Doctor Clancy was actually in the medical hall!"

A gasp of surprise ensued among the crowd.

"Who is Doctor Clancy?"

Someone asked.

"Seriously, you don't know who Doctor Clancy is?

There are four divine doctors in River City. The 'Divine Needle King', Joan Holman is ranked first, while Cyril Clancy is second, known as the 'King of Hundred Herbs'"!

Someone explained.

Therefore, the roly-poly old man standing before everyone's eyes was Cyril Clancy, the second-ranked 'King of Hundred Herbs' amongst the River City's Four Great Divine Doctors!

Everyone looked at Cyril Clancy with reverence and respect.

"Master, this lady had a shock induced by food allergies. But why didn't she wake up after taking the Eight Treasure Soup?"

Philip respectfully asked Cyril Clancy.

Cyril Clancy strode over, first observed the middle-aged woman's complexion, and then felt her pulse.

A few minutes later.

Cyril Clancy withdrew his hand, fuming and glaring at Philip. He scolded, "You've made a mess of things!

Philip, you've been jumping to conclusions without even fully understanding this woman's condition!

It's an important matter concerning a human life. You just can't act blindly!"

Upon hearing these words, Philip was dumbfounded!

What was going on? Why were master's words exactly the same as what that young man said?

Did he actually make a misdiagnosis?

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Philip replied humbly, "Master, could you please provide guidance."

Cyril Clancy said, "Indeed, this woman has suffered a shock due to a food allergy. But, due to this, her gastrointestinal function has also been disrupted."

If not addressed promptly, it could lead to abdominal pain, indigestion.

Thus the Eight Treasure Soup can't solve the problem, she needs to take Circulation Strengthening Soup."

"Disciple is enlightened!"

Philip Steel took a deep bow towards Cyril Clancy.

A worker quickly went to prepare the soup.

Lionel Yeager nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that not all the doctors in this medical hall are incompetent."

"Huh?"

Cyril Clancy glanced at Lionel Yeager curiously, "Who is this kid?"