"You couldn’t say that, old man. Chinese medicine could solve all the problems that Western medicine could solve, and so could Chinese medicine sovles the problems that Western medicine couldn’t !". Ely Spelburg voice is not big, but is very firm.

"Young man, this is a bit absolute, here, there's Old Charles, his leg were suddenly not good, western medicine said it is muscle atrophy, couldn’t be cured, could Chinese medicine solve this?" An old man pointed to an old man in a wheelchair and teased Ely Spelburg.

"Let me see!" Ely Spelburg walked up to Old Charles in a wheelchair and reached for his leg.

"Hey, I've been to several big hospitals, but there was no solution. This wheelchair, I'm ready to take it to the coffin." Old Charles said with a smile.

Ely Spelburg had already groped over Old Charles's unconscious legs. He smiled and said, "Old Charles, I'm afraid the King of Hell won't allow you to take a wheelchair!"

"What? What do you mean? " Everybody couldn't help looking at Ely Spelburg together.

"I could cure this leg!" Ely Spelburg said with a smile.

"What? Could he cure Old Charles's illness? "

"I don 't think so. I don 't think it' s a good job. Boast!"

"That is, if Old Charles's leg could be cured, then everything will happen."

Whispered the old men, not believing.

"Old Charles, I've brought the needles. Would you like to try them?" Ely Spelburg took out a box of acupuncture needles.

"If you try, try it. I couldn’t feel my leg any more. I'm not afraid a few pins?" Old Charles was also heroic, stretched out his hand and rolled up his trousers.

Exposed in front of everyone were two dry legs, dry thin, muscular atrophy, like two pieces of firewood.

Ely Spelburg however disapproved, finger moved lightly, steel needle already pierced the calf on each acupoint, finger twisted lightly, steel needle shook up again.

"Yo? How could the needle tremble itself? "

"Not only the needles tremble, but the flesh beneath them trembles too."

"Oh, why is it red?"

"Red line, red line!"

The old men were astonished and screamed.

Old Charles himself was even more surprised and wondered whether the phenomenon that had happened to him was good or bad.

"Yo!" Old Charles gave a sudden cry of surprise.

"What's wrong with old Charles? Something's wrong? "

"Young man, could you do this? If you couldn’t , you just pull the needle out? " Everyone is an old neighbor, they heard Old Charles screaming, all worried about him.

But Old Charles waved and said, "Don't move! itching, and a little bloated! "

"Ah? Old Charles, I thought you said you couldn't feel your legs. How could you feel it? "

"I don't know. Suddenly it's like this. Ouch, it's a little overwhelming." Old Charles's legs trembled.

"Old Charles, you have to endure. This is a phenomenon of qi flowing through your veins. If you couldn’t endure it now, all your achievements will be lost." Ely Spelburg pressed Old Charles’ leg and said with a smile.

"All right, I'll take it. I'll take it whatever I say." Old Charles clenched his teeth.

This time the needle stayed very long, for twenty minutes, only to pull out the needle.

As soon as the pin was detached, Old Charles breathed a sigh of relief, shook his leg, and unconsciously got up from his wheelchair and said, "Oh, my God, it's killing me."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he found the crowd looking at him like a ghost. When Old Charles looked down, he realized that he had stepped out of his wheelchair. He was surprised, frightened immediately to fall to the ground.

"Old Charles, hold on. You're all right." Ely Spelburg loudly shouted.

Old Charles shook trembling for several times, but after all, he did not fall down. He tried to step out of his leg. The feeling of being down—to—earth had long been gone.

"Well, it's all right?" Old Charles suddenly choked up.

"A miracle doctor!"

"A miracle doctor is really reborn!"

"Yes, who would have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes?"

"Young man, you are a god!"

Everyone looked at Ely Spelburg reverently, not sparing their praise, hot eyes, almost melted Ely Spelburg in general.

Ely Spelburg smiled and waved his hand. "Neighbors," he said, "you still have to believe in our traditional Chinese medicine, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, Chinese medicine is a good thing left by our ancestor. God! " The same voice was heard in the crowd.

Ely Spelburg waved to the crowd satisfactorily. "Well, if there's anything wrong with it, you could go to Compassion Clinic. I've got to go back and cook for the miser Boss."

Ely Spelburg returned to Compassion Clinic. Mike snorted coldly, "I thought you could really find a patient, but I didn't expect you to play chess? I couldn’t even get my money back for last night's herbs. "

Ely Spelburg also ignored his muttering, came to the kitchen alone.

On the kitchen table, Lillian already prepared food ingredients, Ely Spelburg rolled up his sleeves, made a medicinal steamer chicken, cooked a green vegetables, boiled two bowls of rice.

After a while, the kitchen was full of fragrance.

Mike twitched his nose and ran in: "What are you doing?" Why does it smell so good? "

"Stop sniffling and help set the dishes." Ely Spelburg commanded the Mike, while serving a meal.

Mike's nose kept shrugging, finally while Ely Spelburg turned around, reached for a piece of chicken, threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, oh, yummy, yummy!" Regardless of the hot mouth, Mike almost swallowed his tongue.

Ely Spelburg looked at Mike's mess, laughing in his heart.

As a Master of alchemy, It's easy for Ely Spelburg to cook a dish, What time to put ingredients in the soup pot, Ely Spelburg grasped extremely accurate, a medicated food steamer chicken by him not only taste wonderful, but also the traditional Chinese medicine and food ingredients fully play out the effect, this pot of soup, nourishing qi and blood, which contains the effect enough to make a serious illness patients immediately return to normal.

Mike didn't know the beauty of it, but it was delicious enough to make him eat like a starving ghost. "Oh, well, boy, I didn't expect you to cook so well," he said. "It seems that 800 dollars a month is not for nothing."

Ely Spelburg himself also filled a bowl of rice, carefully eat up.

But before lunch was over, the front—office clinic was filled with excited people.