A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Zhou Ruo only inserted three needles into the man's body, and his complexion visibly returned to normal, from its previous deathly pale color.

The man slowly opened his eyes, but he was not yet fully conscious.

When the man opened his eyes, gasps of disbelief rose from the crowd.

The spiritual power at the needle tip pushed the illness and poison in the man's body toward his fingertips.

Zhou Ruo then inserted a needle into the middle finger of each of his hands to release the pathogenic and poisonous energy from his body.

Thick, black, poisonous blood flowed from the man's fingertips and onto the ground.

"Look! What's that?"

"Is that blood? Why is it so black!"

"It's blood! Is it poisonous? He's been poisoned?"

......

People started speculating.

After the poisonous blood was expelled, Zhou Ruo removed the silver needles.

"Brother, give him some water to drink," Zhou Ruo said as she put away the needles.

Zhao Jinzhong asked Wu Jia to bring a water bottle, and Wu Jia helped the man sit up and fed him water.

After drinking half a pot of water, the man calmed down and finally regained consciousness.

"Where am I...?" The man looked around at his surroundings, which were surrounded by people.

"He's awake! He's alive!"

"This child can actually cure illnesses? That's incredible!"

"Could it be that the child was randomly pricked with needles and it just happened to heal him?"

"Why don't you try sticking a few needles in randomly and see if you can cure the patient that even Dr. Li can't cure!"

"A miracle doctor! He's truly a miracle doctor!"

The tone of the crowd changed, but Zhao Jinzhong and Zhou Ruo didn't take it seriously.

"Uncle, you had tuberculosis and malaria, and you were also poisoned by scorpion venom. I've already helped you get rid of all the filth, you're fine now!"

Zhou Ruo spoke to the uncle with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I..." The man was somewhat incredulous. He had endured the pain for more than half a year and had made countless trips to the Jishetang pharmacy in the city.

"But Dr. Li said I'm incurable, how can this be...?"

The man stood up with some skepticism, the pain that had plagued him for the past six months gone.

He touched his body, then his face, took two steps in place, and then jumped around.

"Is...I'm really all better?"

"Don't worry, Uncle!" Zhao Jinzhong said, "My sister wouldn't lie. If she says she can cure you, she definitely can."

"Little miracle doctor! Little miracle doctor!" The man knelt down in front of Zhou Ruo with joy, thanking her with tears of happiness.

One of the men in the crowd watched the entire process of Zhou Ruo treating the man, then turned and ran towards Jishetang.

"What did you say?!"

When Li Wan'an of Jishetang heard from his shop assistant that someone had cured him, a man who had given up on medicine, he was so excited that he almost stood up from his chair.

"Cao Lin has tuberculosis, which is incurable, and on top of that, he seems to have been poisoned by some strange toxin..."

Li Wan'an calmly recalled the events, then said angrily, "Impossible! No one can cure him!"

"Which doctor is it?" he asked the waiter angrily.

Waiter: "It's a little girl, she looks about four or five years old."

Li Wan'an couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and grabbed the waiter by the collar.

"Xu Si! If you don't want to work here, just say so! What kind of joke are you playing with me!"

Xu Si, the shop assistant, waved his hands frantically in front of Li Wan'an, exclaiming, "No! I'm not joking, he's just a kid!"

"Dr. Li, if you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself. That kid is setting up a stall right there, treating people!"

Li Wan'an released his grip and pushed Xu Si forward forcefully. "I'll go check it out!"

When Li Wan'an arrived at Zhou Ruo's stall in the city, looking menacing, the crowd had already dispersed.

The news that Zhou Ruo had cured Cao Lin quickly spread throughout the city, and people began to come to her stall to seek her medical treatment.

Li Wan'an saw from afar that there were three or four people lined up in front of Zhou Ruo's stall, while Zhou Ruo was sitting at the table fiddling with the first patient.

As he got closer, he heard Zhou Ruo say, "Okay, be careful when you get back!"

Zhou Ruo just cured a young man who had broken a finger bone. She only needed one needle and 30% of her spiritual power to set the broken bone.

The older brother first gently twitched his fingers, clearly regaining feeling, then clenched his fist, and no longer felt pain no matter how he moved.

"Miracle doctor! Miracle doctor! This... how much silver do I need to pay?"

Zhou Ruo was about to say that there was no need to pay, but Zhao Jinzhong interrupted, saying, "Three coins."

"Huh? Three...three coins?" The elder brother thought he had misheard. If Zhou Ruochao asked him for three taels of silver, he would have to give it to him.

"Yes, three coins will suffice," Zhao Jinzhong said again.

The elder brother incredulously pulled out three copper coins, and hesitated slightly as he handed them over.

Zhao Jinzhong took the three coins, put them into a copper bowl, placed the bowl on the table, and said to his elder brother, "Thank you!"

As the older brother walked away, he remarked with a sigh, "Could this be a bodhisattva descended to earth?"

Zhou Ruo took a closer look at the copper coins in the copper bowl. So these were the spiritual stones from the mortal world?

"Brother, why do you charge three coins?" Zhou Ruo asked Zhao Jinzhong in a low voice.

Zhao Jinzhong leaned closer and whispered to her, "I'm saving up money so I can open a clinic for you someday."

Zhou Ru blinked her big eyes, clearly indicating that she had never considered Zhao Jinzhong's plan.

The people queuing in front of Zhou Ruo saw that the person in front of them had a broken finger bone that could be healed so quickly and only cost three coins.

They were overjoyed, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Li Wan'an had been standing not far away, looking at Zhou Ruo's stall. Zhao Jinzhong's words caught his attention.

He felt that Zhao Jinzhong looked very familiar, but his displeasure prevented him from remembering where he had seen him before.

Zhou Ruo quickly cured the second and third people, charging only three coins each.

The fourth person was dressed in rags and had a dirty face; he was a beggar, but his expression was different from that of an ordinary beggar.

"Your head injury is quite severe..." Zhou Ruo said to the beggar as soon as he sat down on the stool.

The beggar was stunned. "The little miracle doctor knew I had a head injury before even taking my pulse or asking me anything?"

Zhao Jinzhong's heart tightened. He felt that this beggar was a bit strange. He looked like a beggar, but his speech and behavior were like those of a scholar.

"What's your name?" Zhao Jinzhong couldn't help but ask him.

The beggar paused for a moment, but quickly smiled and asked, "Why did none of the people before me give their names, but you have to ask me for mine?"

Zhao Jinzhong saw the determination in his eyes and said, "Alright, you should get treatment first."

Zhou Ruo inserted two needles into the beggar's head, and the beggar's head injury was healed.

"Your spleen and stomach aren't very good either, let me treat them for you."

As she spoke, Zhou Ruo gave him another injection.

After three needles, the beggar felt clear-headed and comfortable all over.

"If you're hungry, you should eat...you'll get sick if you're hungry for too long," Zhou Ruo said to the beggar while cleaning the silver needles.

Upon hearing Zhou Ruo's words, the beggar, who had been about to get up, paused, his eyes instantly welling up with tears.

He sniffed, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I...have no money."

"Then you don't need to give it to me!" Zhou Ruo said without looking up.

The beggar's heart tightened again. He hesitated for a moment, then took out a red date from his pocket.

The dates were a bit dirty, and he wiped them on his clothes, but he couldn't get them clean, since his clothes were even dirtier.

The beggar handed the red dates to Zhou Ruo: "I...this is all I have. I'll...another day..."