Peng Baocheng felt extremely strange in his heart. Through the glass, he saw Beisitian wearing a white coat sitting at a desk, with a woman sitting on one side, and the two were discussing something.
There were three standing inside this clinic, and four more outside, seemingly waiting in line.
In another room, a doctor in his thirties looked a bit gloomy and said to the slightly older doctor beside him, "Sister Luo, this clinic should just be handed to her in the future."
Zhou Wenwen pursed her lips. Ever since Beisitian cured some difficult patients, she continued to treat more people, and without exception, all of them became her regular patients. Whenever they came, they only looked for Beisitian, and if she wasn't there, they preferred not to see any other doctor.
Now it seemed the entire traditional Chinese medicine clinic relied on Beisitian. Without her, it couldn't operate.
