Summit Farmer
Chapter 1329 This is Traditional Chinese Medicine_1

Chapter 1329: Chapter 1329 This is Traditional Chinese Medicine_1

Initially, only a few paid for treatments; most people did not trust the young practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and were just observing, with only those patients given a terminal diagnosis willing to pay, hoping for a slim chance at recovery. After all, the hospital had promised a cure-or-refund policy with a 90% money-back guarantee if treatments failed.

The thing that made everyone sneer was that Peter Brown did not treat patients in an operation room or similar facility, but out in the lobby-like area.

The treatment methods were as simple as could be: acupuncture, taking small medicine pills, and then drinking a big bowl of Chinese herbal medicine soup. After that, they would just wrap up the patients and leave them to the side.

To everyone’s eyes, Peter Brown’s treatment methods seemed crude and simple, without any apparent effect.

Yet, as Peter treated each patient, the first to receive treatment suddenly sat up, and after a while, stood on their own.

Afterward, they were helped to the Health Room by family members to relieve themselves, passing a large amount of matter, and then Peter instructed them to drink a large cup of mineral water.

Seeing the first elderly patient lively and well after being treated, everyone’s eyes widened. This had to be a hoax; how could a terminal illness be cured that simply?

However, the facts were right in front of them, and after observing some of the patients for a while, they realized it was real.

Then, the onlookers paid even closer attention to a few patients who were deemed incurable, watching as Peter used the same methods on them and they too stood up afterwards.

At this point, the spectators were in a frenzy. What was a Divine Doctor? Peter Brown standing there was truly a Divine Doctor!

Peter Brown was intermittently taking pills he had refined to replenish his vital energy. Today’s events had left him with aching all over his body, a feeling he had not experienced in many years. If he had any cultivation, he would not worry, but right now, he had none—not even the simplest Inner Qi. After a busy time, Peter was sitting there, breathing heavily.

Patients were sent for examination one after another and new patients continued to pour in. Peter had not expected so many to be willing to spend such high sums of money on treatment. From the start of the treatments to nightfall, he had lost count of how many he had treated; he was completely worn out.

"That’s enough for now; we’ll stop here!" Peter knew that even if he continued, he would not be able to treat them all. Fortunately, most of the terminal patients who had come had been treated, and the other patients could be handled by the hospital itself.

Director Green was truly excited now. He had had his eyes opened today as well. Peter Brown’s effectiveness in treating diseases spoke for itself. No matter the ailment, in his hands, they were completely resolved—a few needles here, a pill there, and then a big bowl of decoction, and all was well. Since when did traditional Chinese medicine have such rapid effects?

"Deposit today’s income into my bank account."

Peter Brown said to Director Green before leaving.

He knew if he didn’t leave now, he would really be besieged by patients.

In his hand, Peter found a number of medicinal herbs he needed from the pharmacy.

After hailing a taxi, Peter returned to his villa.

After taking a pill, he began to meditate sitting cross-legged, starting to regulate his breathing. His current body was in terrible shape and was not enough to sustain him; he needed to acquire Inner Qi as soon as possible.

As Peter was meditating here, the news about the Divine Doctor spread throughout the city. Today’s events had changed everyone’s perception of traditional Chinese medicine, which had always been thought not to have quick effects and was even considered deceitful by some. However, Peter’s approach of using a single needle, a medicine pill, and a bowl of decoction stunned everyone.

A flood of journalists rushed to the hospital, all eager to get first-hand information.

Curing over a hundred terminal patients in an instant was astonishing news anywhere, especially since many of these diseases were considered unbeatable by others.

That night, websites were filled with content about Peter Brown’s treatments.

"Divine Doctor miraculously heals!"

"Cancer conquered!"

"Deadly diseases conquered."

"Witness a miracle in ten minutes."

"The reverse fate of a janitor."

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Various reports about the miracle worker quickly inundated the internet, and everyone had something to say about the young man.

At this time, Mr. Watson was also reporting the incident to his superiors, not expecting Peter to cause such a commotion. Discovering someone like Peter was an immense joy for him.

Meanwhile, the hospital was holding an urgent administrative meeting. Director Green, with a furrowed brow, looked around and said, "With today’s events, our hospital will be flooded with critically ill patients tomorrow. I want to ask, do we have the capability to treat them?" He had not anticipated Peter’s immense success. Thinking about the agreement with Peter to treat only one day a week and the thirty-patient quota per day, Director Green felt immense pressure.

The doctors smirked bitterly. The hospital wanted fame, but actual fame brought its own set of troubles. Looking at the content online, with claims of conquering various diseases, they were still clueless about how Peter had cured them. Although Peter did not hide his methods, they were still incomprehensible to the observers.

Such a gap! They all knew there was a vast gap between them and Peter.

"Director, sign a contract with him, get him to hold consultations as much as possible, and if he doesn’t sign, withhold the money earned today," suggested a young leader.

Everyone suddenly looked at him.

"Director, today we treated over a hundred and fifty people. According to the criteria of prioritizing terminal illnesses, we chose about a hundred with terminal cases and fifty who were desperate to be cured. A hundred people at one hundred thousand each is over 10 million dollars, plus 50,000 for each of the fifty, the total payment for Peter this time is over 10 million. If we hold this money as leverage, I believe he will agree to modify the contract for the sake of money."

Hearing that Peter could receive over 10 million dollars in one day, everyone felt unsettled, and many agreed with the young doctor’s proposal.

Director Green sat pondering for a while.

After some time, he finally said, "Very well, we’ll try this approach."