2:30 PM.
Special Clinic.
Zhao Heng sat in the clinic room. At this time, the afternoon consultations had already begun. To be honest, this special clinic was set up specifically for Zhao Heng.
Initially, only those with rare diseases or patients that were hard to redirect would come to Zhao Heng's clinic.
However, as the number of patients Zhao Heng saw increased, it seemed almost like his treatment worked wonders, leading more and more people to specifically request appointments with him.
Just think, even someone as influential as Wang Lei sought Zhao Heng when his child got sick, so those who managed to get an appointment with Zhao Heng were considered quite fortunate.
Zhao Heng is very professional; although the patients come from different backgrounds, Zhao Heng treats everyone equally when it comes to diagnosing.
"How many this afternoon?"
Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen, who was standing nearby.
