The next morning, it was the fourth day of their seven-day holiday.
After watching Xiao Yu practice her sword in the courtyard, Wang Xian came to the Divine Dragon Medical Hall at the old street.
The medical hall had been closed for four days. Some of the calls from the hospitals were rejected by him too.
"Even though I have $500 million now, I must continue to work hard when I think of the resources required for Dragon Palace."
Wang Xian opened the door of Divine Dragon Medical Hall, boiled a flask of hot water and poured himself a cup of tea with smiles. He lay there while waiting for patients to come to him.
In less than 20 minutes, an ambulance siren was heard outside.
Wang Xian had already called and instructed the hospitals to send those patients in need over on his way to the medical hall.
"Be careful. Careful when you shift to the bed."
"Here, no hurry!"
"Doctor, is the Miracle Doctor here that formidable?"