C1743 The Rise of Traditional Chinese Medicine King Xu Zhe

Take my pulse, knock my leg!

About three minutes later, Xu Zhe's tense face finally relaxed.

"Can you treat it?" The old man glanced at Xu Zhe and asked.

"It can be cured!" Xu Zhe smiled and nodded.

"How long will it take?"

"An hour."

An hour? For a moment, everyone was stunned.

They never expected that Xu Zhe would say such "funny" words