Chinese Medical Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl pointed and giggled as she walked past the Chinese Medical Centre. Her mother looked up curiously from her phone and saw that the sign outside had suddenly changed—now it read ‘Acupuncture for Pets Only’. A few days later, an elderly gentleman came in complaining of insomnia. The doctor asked him if he’d noticed any unusual signs around town lately. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Well, I’ve been seeing lots of cats getting acupunctured!'

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Chinese Medical Centre and asked the receptionist with a puzzled expression, ‘Why does every fifth patient get a free bowl of wonton soup?’ The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Ah, that’s our little way of saying thank you for visiting us.' The old man nodded wisely and left, muttering to himself, 'Must be some ancient Chinese tradition I’ve never heard of...' Later that afternoon, a delivery driver joked to his colleague, 'I wonder if they give out wontons based on how much money you bring in!' And so, the mystery of the free wontons continued, adding just a touch of whimsy to life at the Chinese Medical Centre.

3. A curious delivery driver pulled up outside the Chinese Medical Centre one afternoon. ‘I wonder what they do here,’ he muttered, glancing at the mysterious sign above the door. The sign read ‘Acupuncture & Herbal Remedies’ in elegant script. Curious, our delivery driver decided to peek inside. A gentle voice called out from within: ‘Welcome, my friend! How may ancient wisdom serve you today?’ The driver stammered, thinking it was a joke—until his neighbour walked out, smiling and rubbing his shoulders. ‘Ah, yes,’ he grinned. ‘They’ve got an amazing trick for those pesky traffic jams!’

4. A neighborhood kid stopped by the Chinese Medical Centre one evening, puzzled. ‘Why do they have so many scales here?’ he whispered to himself. Inside, a regular overheard an elderly gentleman explaining, ‘Ah, sonny, those scales measure your qi—your life force.’ The kid scratched his head and walked away, muttering something about needing a scale for his barbecue instead.