"Hey, Old Li, how did you manage to scare off the fat sheep?"
Just as the pot-bellied man got into his Audi, a young lad burst into the ward and started berating the old man.
"His balls were already black as coal. Even if a deity arrived, it'd be hopeless, so I advised him to have them removed!"
The old man still stood by his opinion.
"Old Li, that's where you're wrong. You're supposed to be playing the Divine Doctor, a practitioner of traditional medicine. Castrating is what Western doctors do, you've given us away, haven't you?"
The young man grew even angrier.
He was a relative of the hospital owner. Having heard that the "Divine Doctor" title was quite effective lately, and not willing to spend the money to hire a real one, they had picked up this old guy from a back alley clinic to act the part. After all, the hospital had the equipment to diagnose, so the old man did not need any real skill.
As long as he looked the part, looking like a Divine Doctor was enough.