A Group of Freelance Surgeons

"Dong Sheng, Dong Sheng!" Zuo Cidian squeezed through the crowd as he shouted Dong Sheng's name.

He met Dong Sheng and even got massages from him when he was still buttering up to Ling Ran in Lower Groove Clinic. He had a good impression of the young monk.

When Dong Sheng saw Zuo Cidian, he also felt that he was a familiar face. He hurriedly got up and said to a dozen people who sat opposite him, "That will be all for today. If you have any questions later, you can come to the temple…"

"Dong Sheng, what are you doing?" Zuo Cidian looked at the geode filled with money. His eyelid twitched. 'What a miserable geode, let's hope its crystals aren't broken.'

Dong Sheng smiled at Zuo Cidian and said, "Everyone has a lot of doubts. I want to help and try to answer some of their questions. For those that I can't answer, I'll record them down, take them to my master, and ask him."