Wang Zhuangyong felt like a fish in water in the Ling family's small clinic.
He was not that hemophobic, and he could have passed off as an internist. But it was obviously more comfortable for Wang Zhuangyong to be a rehabilitation specialist. Moreover, he seemed to be quite talented in rehabilitation medicine.
Previously, when Wang Zhuangyong worked together with the attending physicians and the senior resident doctors in the hospital to help patients with rehabilitation, not only was it tiring, but he was not taken seriously. This did not end in the department. To the patients and their family members, Wang Zhuangyong was too young to be substantially skilled in any area.
However, when a legit rehabilitation specialist appeared in Lower Groove Clinic, all of the people in the neighborhood regarded him with importance.
"Ah, my shoulders…"
"My legs hurt when it's cold…"
"I scraped my knees…"
