At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and a group of doctors and nurses in white coats walked in.
"Hey! What are you doing? The patient isn't awake yet, how can you just touch him?!" A man in a white coat saw An Yiqing taking the pulse and scolded loudly in the language of Country Fei.
Peng Ze quickly explained, "This is my sister, she is an Ancient Medicine practitioner from Xuanjin, her medical skills are excellent."
Unexpectedly, Peng Ze's explanation not only had no effect but also had the opposite effect.
"Ancient Medicine? Xuanjin? Foolish Ancient Medicine? A country that thinks a few leaves can cure the sick?" The man in the white coat had an exaggerated expression on his face, looking at An Yiqing with disdain, "Oh! My God! Young Master Peng, how dare you use such unreliable Ancient Medicine on someone as noble as King Xinsheng?!"
