Chapter 1518 - 1517: 300 Robed Doctors!
Three hundred robed doctors, upon seeing Lin Dong bow, were all deeply moved.
Master Bai Xumei laughingly said, "In ancient times, three thousand Yue soldiers could swallow Wu. Today, we three hundred robed doctors will use the silver needles in our hands to cure these nine thousand patients within half a day."
"If this succeeds, it may well become a beautiful tale in the medical field one day. Chen Taidou is honored to be a part of this event, a fortunate, fortunate thing!"
"Hahaha... What joy, what joy! Chief Lin, let us begin quickly!" Elder Wang, feeling as if he had shed decades off his age, seemed to return to his reckless youth more than twenty years ago. He laughed wildly.
Everyone else also burst into hearty laughter, which was their own romanticism as healers.
The romanticism of scholars is to compose poetry and share wine under the blossoming flowers and full moon, aiming to bring honor and glory to their ancestors!
The romanticism of soldiers is to charge through the battlefield like a tiger swallows thousands of miles with armored horsemen clanking!
The romanticism of healers is to dispel sickness with silver needles in hand, preferring to let dust gather on bottles of medicine!
At this moment, it was not about fame or passionate blood, but about the romanticism in their healer’s hearts.
The first batch of patients stepped forward, and over three hundred patients entered.