: Let me serve them one by one?

What? !

I had just finished drinking that bottle of "Medical Skill Wine" when the system chimed and displayed "Medical Skill Value: 298," and the government already showed up at my door??

Good heavens... Did it install clairvoyance or gain supernatural insight?!

He quickly cleared his throat, banishing those unreliable thoughts from his mind, and scratched his head with a smile: "Hey, I learned a few herbs from my grandfather when I was a kid, and I can do a few acupuncture and write some prescriptions. I'm just messing around with things."

"Haha, I've heard people say you're quite capable!" The big boss was in high spirits, and immediately extended his wrist. "Come, come, let me take your pulse and see how my old body is doing!"

"Alright! Please come in!"

The big boss stepped into the room and plopped down in a seat.

Secretary Wang also slipped in and closed the door behind him.

Upon hearing the words "seeing a doctor," Yan Bugui, Liu Haizhong, and Yi Zhonghai immediately crowded around the door, eager to see what was going on. However, Secretary Wang calmly blocked them from entering, not even allowing them to step over the threshold.

But it doesn't matter—the door was a crack open, and the voices inside were clear, and the movements were clearly visible.

Liu Dong gently placed two fingers on the leader's wrist, held his breath for half a minute, and then said, "You seem to be in good health overall, but your liver is probably working too hard, most likely from drinking too much. From now on, don't exceed two ounces a day, and it would be best to quit altogether!"

"Incredible!" The big boss's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up. "You even knew my preference for a couple of sips?"

Liu Dong chuckled: "It wasn't determined by 'taking a pulse,' but by analyzing your pulse, tongue coating, and complexion together—your tongue has a slightly bluish tinge, and your complexion is a bit dull, so your liver must be doing a lot of work."

He paused, then suddenly frowned: "There's something else... Is there a small thing stuck in your left shoulder blade? It's been there for quite a while, and it's slightly inflamed, which is why your left shoulder feels sore and numb from time to time?"

"Hahaha!" The big boss suddenly burst into laughter, "Absolutely right! Little Liu, you've really got the hang of it!"

He looked down and patted his back: "That was from when the Japanese bombed it during the War of Resistance. The bullet was never removed and has been buried in my flesh for over thirty years! Back then, the entire layer of skin was ripped off, and it was just an inch away from piercing my heart—I'm only alive now because I'm incredibly lucky!"

Liu Dong immediately stood up straight, swiftly gave a standard military salute, and said in a loud voice, "Salute to the hero!"

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The high-ranking leader waved his hand and sighed, "What hero... Your father, knowing full well that going to the front lines was a death sentence, still cheerfully shouldered his gun and marched off. That's a real man! My little scars are nothing!"

His face flushed slightly, and his voice lowered a few decibels: "To be honest, I've come to your door today because I have a personal matter to ask you about... Can epilepsy be cured?"

Liu Dong's mind suddenly lit up: So that's how it is!

No wonder I got a call as soon as I reached 300 points—it wasn't targeting me, it was targeting Tian Xiuhua!

He looked up at the earnestness in the leader's eyes and nodded emphatically: "Others can't do anything about it, but I can."

"Great!" The big boss slapped his thigh. "You enjoy the New Year first, I'll come back to you on the sixth day and give it a try for her!"

"Alright!" Liu Dong felt relieved: it really was Tian Xiuhua.

This girl is kind-hearted and hardworking; if we can lend a hand, we should!

After the high-ranking leader left, the entire courtyard was like a boiling pot—

"Liu Dong! You can even treat illnesses?!" Yan Bugui's mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit an egg. "My goodness, we've had this 'barefoot miracle doctor' living next door, and we were all completely in the dark?!"

Liu Dong scratched the back of his head: "An eighteen-year-old 'traditional Chinese medicine doctor'? That sounds like you're insulting me..."

Liu Haizhong squeezed in and patted him on the shoulder: "Good lad, you've been keeping this a secret! You should have said so earlier! Last time I had a toothache, I went to the hospital three times and spent twelve yuan. If I had come to you, I wouldn't have even had to pay for a bowl of water!"

Everyone nodded in agreement—medical care is expensive, and the savings are real money!

Yan Bugui stamped his feet and sighed, "Liu Dong, Liu Dong, are you stupid! That guy came in a Jeep, he's obviously a big shot! He asked you for a favor, why didn't you take the opportunity to ask for more benefits?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Too honest!"

"What a huge loss! What a huge loss!"

Several neighbors nearby also joined in the commotion.

Liu Dong blinked: "Then... how should I 'rip him off'?"

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh: "At least three catties of pork belly! Let's chop him up hard!"

Liu Dong: "..."

As they were talking, the deaf old lady slowly walked out of her own courtyard gate with a cane and stopped in front of Liu Dong's house.

At this time, she was not truly deaf yet; her hair was only half white, she walked steadily, and her hearing was very sharp.

Liu Dong had a good impression of her—she didn't cause trouble, didn't meddle in other people's business, and was a quiet old lady. As for what she really thought? Liu Dong didn't know either, after all, she hadn't drunk his wine, and there was no "favorability rating" popping up on her forehead.

The old lady chuckled, "Liu Dong, my legs have been hurting a lot, and my head feels dizzy too. Could you take a look?"

The neighbors immediately fell silent and turned to look at him.

Liu Dong moved a small stool and placed it on the steps under the eaves: "Alright! Please sit down, ma'am, let me check your pulse."

For him, this was as simple as helping someone unscrew a bottle cap.

I placed two fingers on her wrist and gently felt it for a minute.

He laughed and said, "Your health is fine. The leg pain is just your bones and tendons getting old, it's normal. Move around more, sit less, and try not to use your cane for now."

"Dizziness and a heavy head? It's just that your blood vessels are getting old and less elastic. It's not a disease; it's a normal symptom of 'retirement'."

Actually, all these problems could be solved by him casually pouring three cups of "rejuvenating wine," and the old lady would immediately be able to run after the chickens.

But he didn't intend to do that—he couldn't just throw away precious things that weren't related to him.

After hearing this, the old lady stood up immediately, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed, "Amazing! It's exactly what the doctor at the hospital said! I just went to see him a couple of days ago, and he also said it was 'age-related degeneration,' and that no treatment was needed!"

She chuckled and added, "That boy Liu Dong is really capable!" The old lady praised him to the skies, but her body moved as slowly as if she had just finished soaking in a hot spring, swaying and wobbling as she moved toward the courtyard gate.

Liu Dong also wanted to slip away.

But just as her hand touched the edge of the stool, Jia Zhangshi shoved herself into it with a "thump," stretching out her fat arm: "Let me see too!"

What the hell? Why should I?

Worse was yet to come—no sooner had Jia Zhangshi settled in than a long line of people surged into the courtyard gate, forming a long queue: Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu, Aunt San, Aunt Er, Yan Jiecheng… not one was left out.

Strangely, everyone had a mini axe hanging above their head, flashing like a string of tiny colored lights.

I grass!

Do you expect me to serve them one by one?

None of the doors!

But with so many people waiting so eagerly, if we really kick them out, we'll probably be drowned in spittle.

Liu Dong let out a long breath, glanced at the seemingly endless queue, cleared his throat, and called out, "Fellow neighbors, elders, I can take your pulse, but I have to make this clear upfront!"