Chapter 312: Carry forward the power of Chinese medicine

"Where am I?" On the operating table, Cheng Feipeng opened his sparse eyes, found the environment very unfamiliar, and murmured. "Old man, this is the operating table."Ben Hoard said. "Operating table?" Cheng Feipeng was stunned. Then the memories came flooding back to my mind. He remembered that he seemed to be receiving an IV drip in the hospital, so how did he end up on the operating table? My illness didn't seem to be serious. It was just a cold that caused some old illnesses to flare...