At this moment, Zhao Tiezhu was lying in the bedroom upstairs, beginning to close his eyes to rest and rejuvenate.
And downstairs, Zuo Rong's relatives were chattering away, creating a lively scene.
Even lying in the bedroom upstairs, Zhao Tiezhu could vaguely hear some of their conversations.
Of course, he wasn't trying to listen; if he had, he could have heard everything clearly, not a single word would have escaped his ears.
But right now, all Zhao Tiezhu wanted to do was rest.
At this moment, the group downstairs was discussing just how amazing Zhao Tiezhu's medical skills were, their tone full of respect for him.
"To call him a divine doctor is not an exaggeration at all!"
"Yes, yes, just look at his acupuncture skills, they're incredibly powerful! Who else's needles could fly through their hands like that?"