Zhu Wencong and Su Yanqiao followed Zhuang Yunxuan to the acupuncture department, which was also overwhelmed with patients.
Rows upon rows of seats were filled with patients, and slightly inexperienced apprentices were giving them acupuncture, looking very nervous.
The patients didn't feel any pain, instead, they were enjoying the magical sensation of being needled, and always seemed to find it very comfortable.
"Sir, it's your turn!" called someone from the front of the queue to the resting area behind.
A white person quickly got up, walked over to him, and from his pocket, took out a tip to hand over.
Zhu Wencong watched as he quickly ran outside to shout for customers, offering to queue for the wealthy, treating young and old alike, with a discount on price.
"Those white people are really too lazy!" Su Yanqiao complained, even paying someone to stand in line for them.