The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 164

Several bodyguards remained vigilant beside Liam. Jenny hadn't expected that they would actually compete with each other.

At this point, Liam could only accept the challenge. She hoped that Liam would leave with Medieval Medicine after competing with her. That way, Jenny and Cosmo could lead a peaceful life.

Shortly after the advertisement was posted, a patient walked in.

The patient's expression was somewhat strange. The corners of their mouth drooped with saliva, and their eyes were slightly askew.

Their entire face seemed distorted as if they had been pulled at the corners of their mouth like rubber, warping their features.

Upon seeing the patient, Matthew immediately recognized that they were suffering from a stroke, or facial neuritis, in medical terms.

Instantly, he began to brainstorm at least ten different treatment methods.

The patient glanced around the clinic, sensing something unusual, and asked, "May I know who's the doctor?"

Jenny, who was sitting behind the desk responded confidently. "I am."

The patient approached the desk and glanced at Jenny. She realized she was seated in the patient's chair and moved to sit beside Cosmo.

Jenny glanced at the patient's face and then remarked, "You have facial neuritis. Have you been doing strenuous exercise recently? Have you been sweating and sitting near an alley or by the river, or perhaps in a windy area?"

The patient nodded. "Your diagnosis is spot on. I did play badminton and sat in the corridor of the basement where there was a cool breeze. Could you please treat me?"

Jenny agreed and turned to Liam. "Why don't each of us write a treatment plan?"

Liam shook his head slightly. "Since you don't even recognize your own abilities, let me show you my skills so you'll know that yours are garbage."

With that, he grabbed a pen from the desk, tore off a sheet of prescription paper, and moved to the side to start writing. Jenny gritted her teeth and took out her pen to begin writing her own treatment plan.

Both of them focused on writing their prescriptions, the sound of their pens scratching against the paper filled the room. It seemed like they were competing to see who could write faster.

One minute passed, then two, then three, but they were still writing.

Matthew shook his head in disbelief. Treating facial neuritis was simple, requiring only a concise treatment plan, possibly just a few sentences.

However, they were taking forever to write down a simple treatment plan. Matthew figured they must have tried a bunch of slow methods.