Yang Haoran appeared on the streets of Dongqi City again.
It's just a different face.
Even if Fan Tingting was standing in front of him, she would never be able to recognize him.
As for the psychic Ruyi, he has long since disappeared.
Because Yang Haoran's current face is the result of psychic Ruyi transformation.
This is much better than any disguise technique and has no flaws.
Since the target of the Natural Gate is Yang Haoran, they must have made sufficient preparations.
People from the natural sect must be very familiar with Yang Haoran's appearance.
So if Yang Haoran doesn't want to alert the enemy, the best way is to show up with a different face.
The First Central Hospital of Dongqi City is the largest comprehensive hospital in Dongqi City and one of the peripheral industries of Natural Gate.
As a sect that cultivates immortality, Natural Gate also has its own inheritance of medical skills.
Therefore, a special Chinese medicine department was set up in the hospital, headed by experts in natural medicine.
The purpose of establishing the Chinese Medical College is not only to make money, but also to train the next generation of natural disciples so that medical skills can be better passed on.
Natural Gate’s medical skills are also unique, and they have cured many difficult and complicated diseases over the years.
Therefore, its reputation has become more and more famous, and this specialty of traditional Chinese medicine has become the most popular department in the hospital.
The patients who come here to see a doctor are no longer limited to the local area. Many patients from other places also come here in an endless stream.
These patients all have a common characteristic, that is, they all fall into the category of difficult and complicated diseases.
There is a long queue outside the door of the Chinese Medical College every day.
For many patients, this is their last hope.
Yang Haoran stood at the door of Dongqi First Central Hospital, smiling slightly.
He had already done his homework before coming and walked directly to the Chinese Medicine Department.
Due to the popularity of the Chinese Medical Department, a special area was allocated to the Chinese Medical Department.
There are six separate clinics and more than a dozen wards.
At this moment, in the corridor of the Chinese Medicine Department, nearly a hundred patients and their families are queuing, waiting.
Only a few of these patients can stand alone.
Most of the remaining patients are lying on makeshift beds.
Yang Haoran's arrival did not attract everyone's attention.
Most people regard it as an ordinary patient's family member.
Perhaps because they are all difficult and complicated diseases, the calling speed of the clinic is very slow.
Sometimes, a clinic may only receive one patient in half a day.
Obviously, with so many patients waiting on site, not all of them can get in line today.
But because of the preciousness of the number plate, no one thought about leaving even though they knew it might not be their turn.
A doctor in a white coat and a disciple of the Natural Sect.
At this moment, he was walking through the corridor towards a consulting room with a proud look on his face.
As a disciple of the Natural Sect, he instinctively feels very proud and superior to others.
His disdainful eyes swept over the anxiously waiting patients, enjoying the respect and flattering eyes of those patients and their families.
"Hello Doctor Ma, can it be our turn today?"
A family member of a patient chased Dr. Ma in panic and asked.
Ma Changzai glanced at the patient's family with cold eyes.
He said coldly: "That's not necessarily true. Haven't you seen that there are so many people waiting in line here?
I'll naturally call you when it's your turn."
The patient's family members looked dejected and retreated dejectedly.
He murmured to himself: "This is already the third day of our waiting.
If I had known it would be so troublesome, I might as well have found another hospital."
Ma Changzai's ears are very good. Although the voices of the patient's family members are small, he can hear them clearly.
He was about to return to the consulting room, but turned back with a gloomy face.
"You want to change hospitals? Hey, other hospitals should also have this ability.
No one can treat your son's disease except us. Once he leaves the hospital, he will only die."
The patient's family member was a slightly thin man in his forties.
After hearing what Ma Changzai said, his face turned pale and he was so frightened that he could not speak.
Looking around, I saw a little boy lying unconscious on the hospital bed, looking unusually frightened.
In desperation, he knelt down towards Ma Changzai with a grunt.
"Dr. Ma, I was wrong. Please save my child. I only have one son. Nothing can happen to him!"
Ma Changzai snorted coldly, with an indifferent look on his face.
"The hospital is a place with rules, just wait."
After finishing speaking, Ma Changzai turned around resolutely, opened the door of the consulting room and walked in.
The slamming of the door was like a sledgehammer hitting the middle-aged man's heart.
As if he had been drained of all his strength in an instant, he slumped on the ground with a dull look in his eyes.
A patient on the side sighed.
"You offended Dr. Ma. It seems your number will be queued very late."
“The doctors in this hospital have very bad tempers, but they are all really capable.
If your son's situation is like this, other hospitals may really be unable to do anything.
But here, there may be a glimmer of hope for survival."
The other patients around him felt the same way and nodded in agreement.
Many of them are no longer admitted in other hospitals, so this place has almost become their last hope.
The man in the middle has a bitter look on his face, and this is not the case with him.
This was already the forty-sixth day since his son had fainted. He had been to many major hospitals before, but nothing could be done.
Many hospitals have concluded with certainty that his son will probably not wake up for the rest of his life and will live in a vegetative state.
This was unacceptable to the middle-aged man, so he came here on the advice of his friends when he was desperate.
Although he is not sure that the doctors here can cure his son, it is at least the last glimmer of hope.
If even this last glimmer of hope is shattered, he will completely collapse.
The other patients were also sighing and looking at the middle-aged man with sympathetic eyes. What he just said offended Dr. Ma.
I guess there won't be any good days.
Yang Haoran saw this scene clearly from the side, and a ball of anger arose in his heart.
As a doctor, you must at least understand the principle of benevolence among doctors.
But he didn't see this in Ma Changzai. All he saw was arrogance, ignorance and harm to patients.
As the saying goes, the attitude of Ma Changzai actually represents the ethos of the Natural Gate.
It would be unjust for such people and sects not to be severely punished.