118: Chapter 118: Get Out of My Ward 118: Chapter 118: Get Out of My Ward The patient hesitated, looking at the long line and shaking his head.
“Everyone is here to see the doctor.
It would be unethical for to jump the queue.”
Ivy River looked up, “Sorry everyone, just now Doctor King didn’t see this patient.
If word gets out, it would be negligence on our dical University’s part.
So, I’m going to see this patient now.
Do any of you have objections?”
Without waiting for a response, she continued, “I think you have no objections, so I’ll treat you right here.”
The patient was still in a daze as Ivy took his hand to check his pulse.
“Your body is damp and hot, and your tongue coating is yellow.
Is your house quite humid?”
Ivy quickly diagnosed the problem while recording and asking, “Is acupuncture okay?
It’s better than taking dicine.”
The patient shook his head, “My house is indeed quite humid.
How did you know?”
Ignoring the question, Ivy produced a silver needle from who knows where and stabbed it into his fingertip.
Watching the blood flow, the patient panicked, “Doctor River, what are you doing?”
Ivy squeezed the blood out and then inserted the needle into his ear.
While pinching his ear to let the blood out, she explained, “Bloodletting, can’t you see?
Your living conditions are too good, eating too much rich food.
It doesn’t digest well, causing your obesity and bad breath.”
When the blood was done, Ivy skillfully retracted the needle, took out an alcohol wipe, and began cleaning her hands, “Rember to ventilate your ho and buy a dehumidifier.
Next!”
Patient: …
Everyone: …
Everyone collectively fell silent.
Is that it?
Isabella Yeaton was the first to react, “Next, next, hurry up, ti is tight, tasks are heavy, speed~”
“Hey buddy, snap out of it.
What’s going on?
Tell !
You finished in under 3 minutes.
How do you feel?”
The patient was also sowhat dazed, “I feel like my body has co back to life.
No longer feeling weak or powerless.
This…is simply a divine doctor!”
As they discussed, another patient erged.
Having witnessed Ivy River’s prowess, they imdiately rushed over and asked, “How do you feel?
Quickly, tell us!”
“I don’t feel much.
It feels like I just sat down and then ca out.
But Doctor River did treat .
It’s so strange.”
The person who ca out was equally bewildered.
“Five minutes, two people.
This record is sothing Evelyn King couldn’t match!
How on earth did Ivy River develop such skills?”
“We don’t know.
We just know that more than half of us have been seen, and only a quarter on the other side.”
Cough cough—
A heavy cough ca from behind, and a bodyguard in black pushed an elderly man to Ivy River’s clinic.
Everyone was unconsciously drawn to them.
Isabella noticed and said, “Hello, have you registered?”
“No, isn’t this a free clinic?
Our old man is unwell, can’t he be seen?”
“Sorry, but today’s free clinic slots are full.
If you want Doctor River to see him, you can register and co back tomorrow.”
The man in black was a bit irate, “Do you know who our old man is?
He’ll see us next!
There’s no room for negotiation.”
Isabella awkwardly replied, “The registered patients have been waiting a long ti.
How about I talk to Director River and maybe add you to the end?”
“No, our old man can’t wait!”
As he spoke, the man in black kicked the door open, startling the patient inside the room.
“After this patient, treat our old man.
Did you hear?
Hurry up!”
Ivy River was administering acupuncture, unfazed and uninterrupted in her movents.
“Calm down, relax, don’t tense your muscles.”
The patient looked at the bodyguard’s furrowed brows, very frightened, “Rivers, Divine Doctor, how can you just say calm down and it’ll work?
If it were you, could you stay calm?”
“What’s so hard about it?” Ivy began retracting the needle, “Well, now you’re nervous, but I don’t care.
Get up.”
She wrote a prescription, “Don’t cook at ho anymore, let your husband do it.
If your hand keeps forcing, I can’t save you, and it will hurt for a lifeti.”
“Is my condition that serious?”
The patient asked cautiously.
“Not serious, but I can write it as severe.
Show it to your husband, and let him do the cooking, heavy lifting, dishwashing—those tedious chores.
Love yourself properly.”
The patient was stunned, “This…isn’t this a bit too much?”
“What’s wrong with it?
Are n any good?
Trust , you won’t regret it!
If you don’t cherish yourself and want to cook, fine by , just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Seeing the patient looking conflicted, Ivy impatiently said, “If you want to be indecisive, do it at ho.
Next!”
The bodyguard pushed the old man forward directly.
“Quickly see our old man.
Once he’s treated, you’ll live well.”
Ivy River simply ignored them and continued calling numbers.
The loudspeaker played on a loop.
“Will the hundredth patient please co to Clinic One.
Will the hundredth patient please co to Clinic One.”
Isabella Yeaton and the patient at the door exchanged glances.
“Why not, you go in?”
The patient quickly waved his hand, “No way.
Did you see those people in there?
I’m scared…”
Ivy River waited but no one entered, so she directly marked the slot as missed.
“Will the one hundred and first patient please co to Clinic One…”
Isabella looked at the patient, and the patients behind all waved their hands.
Although they didn’t know who this person was, they instinctively felt not to ss with them.
Better to wait a bit.
Ivy River frowned as she stood up, addressing the uninvited guests by the door, “Leave my treatnt room.
Go register or co back later.”
The bodyguard’s anger flared instantly, “I suggest you think carefully about this.
Make sure you know who you’re talking to.”
Ivy River nodded, “Got it.
Please leave my treatnt room.
There are still patients behind who need my attention.”
“Do you know who we are?
Speaking to us with this tone, do you have a death wish?”
Ivy River sneered, “Get out!
You are not welco here, uninvited guests.
Thank you.”
The bodyguard stepped forward with ill intent but was pulled back by the elderly man on the wheelchair, “You’re Ivy River, right?
Here to see you specifically.
He’s rough, don’t mind him.”
“Hmm, it seems soone can understand human speech.
Old man, this is a registration system.
No cutting in line.”
The old man nodded lightly, “Okay, I understand.
But since I’m already here, and ho is far from Seaton, what do you think?”
Ivy River kicked the door open, “Go register.
There’s no backdoor here.
Not even the King of Heaven can bypass the system.”
The bodyguard scolded, “What if we insist on breaking your rules?”
Ivy River remained indifferent, staring at them, “If soone cuts the line here, either they don’t want to lose face, or they’re at death’s door.
Which type do you think you are?”
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