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Chapter 734 He really has some skill
"You make it sound so easy, but I think you're quite capable," Xiaomi said, raising an eyebrow.

“Miss, you’ve had a weak digestive system since childhood, so you should start by addressing that. But those doctors might be too conservative in their treatments. If you really want to improve your skin condition, you can let me try,” Wang Yang said confidently.

Xiaomi glared at him: "I wouldn't trust you so easily, we're not even that close yet. How about this, you write me a prescription, and I'll have my family's traditional Chinese medicine doctor take a look."

Wang Yang nodded in agreement: "No problem, I couldn't be happier."

He quickly wrote down a prescription and handed it to Xiaomi, who then immediately sent the old Chinese medicine doctor over.

"Can you see if this prescription can cure my illness?" Xiao Mi handed the prescription to the old Chinese medicine doctor.

The old Chinese medicine doctor put on his reading glasses, examined the prescription carefully, and was somewhat surprised. The herbs on the prescription were all of the highest quality, but he had never seen such a combination before.

"Miss, what is this prescription for?" the old Chinese medicine doctor asked.

"Aren't you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Don't you even know this?" Xiaomi replied irritably.

"Hello, sir, this is the prescription I wrote. It's mainly for treating this young lady's recent symptoms of insomnia and excessive dreaming. One dose should be effective," Wang Yang explained.

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked up and saw that Wang Yang was actually a young man. He immediately put on airs and said, "What do you know about traditional Chinese medicine? Look at this prescription and see how it matches the young lady's symptoms?"

“Old man, you can’t say that. How do you know it doesn’t match? As a veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctor, you should know that sometimes unexpected methods can achieve remarkable results,” Wang Yang retorted.

The old Chinese medicine doctor dismissed it, saying, "You just wrote down a prescription randomly."

"Grandpa, have you been experiencing frequent weakness and soreness in your lower limbs lately?" Wang Yang suddenly asked.

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked up at him, somewhat surprised: "How did you know? I have indeed had this condition recently."

"You know it yourself, so why isn't it cured yet? This situation has been going on for half a month now, hasn't it?" Wang Yang continued to press.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was even more surprised. He had indeed prescribed several doses of medicine, but it had not been effective.

"Old man, is what he said true?" Xiaomi asked.

“Yes, miss. I’ve been too busy lately, so I haven’t had time to get proper treatment,” the old Chinese medicine doctor explained.

Wang Yang smiled and said, "Your treatment method is useless. Only my acupuncture can cure your problem. Taking medicine will not help."

Wang Yang's words provoked the old Chinese medicine doctor: "Young man, I advise you not to be so arrogant. My medical skills in Haicheng are second to none. If I can't cure it, then no one can."

“But you’ve already taken a lot of medicine, and not only has it not cured you, it’s also caused side effects, such as your dark circles under your eyes being particularly noticeable recently,” Wang Yang pointed out.

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked at him in surprise. Wang Yang was right; he really didn't know why he had been experiencing such severe side effects recently.

“That’s because you’re going in the wrong direction. I told you, your illness needs acupuncture treatment. I’ll give you one acupuncture session, and I guarantee most of your pain will disappear,” Wang Yang said confidently.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was very moved by this, after all, this disease had been troubling him for a long time, and he also had to travel around to practice medicine.

"How about this, old man, let him give you a few acupuncture treatments. If it really works, then I'll take the medicine he prescribes," Xiaomi suggested.

Wang Yang knew that Xiaomi trusted him somewhat, but she still didn't dare to completely trust him. After all, she was of noble status, and it was reasonable for her to send the old Chinese medicine doctor to test him.

"Alright, Miss, then I'll have him give me a few acupuncture treatments," the old Chinese medicine doctor agreed.

Wang Yang returned to his room and took out his acupuncture kit. He couldn't carry it with him all the time, otherwise it would seem like he had ulterior motives.

He had the old Chinese medicine doctor lie down on the sofa and began inserting acupuncture needles into his legs. This wasn't the old doctor's first time receiving acupuncture, but this time the feeling was completely different. The longer it lasted, the stranger the sensation became. Previously, acupuncture had only caused a distending pain, but now he felt a continuous flow of energy into his legs.

After a while, the old Chinese medicine doctor actually felt a little drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Wang Yang gently patted him: "Alright, it's finished. Get down and walk around, see how your legs feel?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor was still somewhat unsatisfied. He turned over and stood up, suddenly feeling a surge of strength in his legs. After taking a few steps, he discovered that the previous soreness had completely disappeared.

More importantly, he felt that his legs were stronger than before. He jumped a few more times and found that his leg muscles were more solid; in short, he had an indescribable feeling.

"It's amazing! My leg is completely fine, and I even feel stronger. Does acupuncture really have such miraculous effects?" the old Chinese medicine doctor exclaimed.

Wang Yang looked at him with amusement: "Every school of acupuncture has its own unique techniques, and my school is no exception. That's why I'm so confident that I can cure your young lady's illness."

Xiaomi also came over: "Old man, do you really think his medical skills are that amazing?"

"Miss, it's truly amazing. You know I've always had a problem with this leg, and it's gotten worse recently. But after he gave me acupuncture, I feel completely cured," the old Chinese medicine doctor said excitedly.

Xiao Mi looked at the old man and felt that he didn't seem to be lying. Besides, he had just jumped up and down; at his age, his legs couldn't possibly be that strong.

She turned to look at Wang Yang: "It seems you do have some skill. Who is your teacher?"

"To my shame, I only learned medicine from an old hermit in the mountains when I was a child. Later, I figured it out on my own," Wang Yang said modestly.

Upon hearing that it was the old doctor from the mountain, the old man immediately became interested: "The old doctor you're talking about, could it be the one from the North City Mountain?"

“Yes, it’s him.” Wang Yang nodded in confirmation.

The old man's voice trembled with excitement: "Could you show me the needles you just used to perform acupuncture on me?"

Wang Yang handed over the acupuncture kit. When the old man saw the words on the needles, he suddenly realized, "So you're the old doctor's disciple! I'm truly ashamed. I didn't know before and was amazed by how miraculous your acupuncture was. So you're a disciple of the old doctor! I've offended you greatly before."

After saying that, he bowed to Wang Yang. Wang Yang quickly helped him up, saying, "Don't do that, don't do that. I haven't studied with my master for very long, and I haven't learned his true teachings yet. I've only learned a little bit of the basics."

"Don't be modest. The fact that the old doctor personally crafted these needles for you proves that he has already recognized you as his apprentice," the old man insisted.

Xiao Mi was a little confused. She didn't know who this old doctor they were talking about was: "Old man, who exactly is this old doctor you're talking about? I've never heard of him before."

“Young lady, you’re too young to have heard of him. But your parents certainly do. That old doctor is a truly wonderful person! Everyone says he’s like a god, and it’s rare to see him. But he can cure any illness. This gentleman is his apprentice,” the old man explained.

Xiao Mi knew that the old man in front of her was one of the top doctors in Haicheng. Since he spoke so highly of that old miracle doctor, and Wang Yang was his apprentice, his medical skills must be exceptional.

"Does that mean this person's medical skills are really excellent?" Xiaomi asked.

“Young Miss, ‘Excellent’ is not enough to describe his medical skills! It’s simply divine! Young Miss, meeting him today is truly our blessing!” the old man said excitedly. Wang Yang smiled and said, “You’re exaggerating. I’ve only learned a little bit, but it’s enough to cure both of you.”

Xiaomi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Then you really do have some skills."

"Since the old man has said so, then please take a look at my illness."...

Wang Yang nodded slightly: "This young lady..."

"My name is Xiaomi, you can just call me Xiaomi!"

“Xiao Mi, your illness is different from that old gentleman’s. His illness was sudden and not a chronic disease, which could be cured with one acupuncture treatment. But your illness was something I had since birth, and I noticed it when I took your pulse just now.”

Xiaomi was a little embarrassed. Her illness had been discovered since she was a child, and every time the doctor diagnosed her, they said it was something she was born with, and that it would be extremely difficult to cure completely.

The key issue is that she never follows any dietary restrictions, and she eats whatever the doctor tells her not to eat, which is why her condition has been delayed for so long.

"You just said the swimming pool is right across from us?"

"That's right, it's right across from your room, and one of my brothers is inside."

Xiao Mi nodded: "How about this, come with me to another room. This is the hall, there are a lot of people around, so you can take a closer look at my condition."

Wang Yang smiled slightly, knowing that things were progressing quite smoothly. Xiao Jiang, who had been hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. It seemed that Wang Yang still needed to rely on his medical skills to get close to these people.

The waiter led the two to a spacious room where only the three of them and the old man were present.

"Please take my pulse again and take a closer look at what's wrong with me. I've had bad skin since I was a child, it's a bit yellowish, and I've been relying on cosmetic procedures to maintain it, but I know this isn't a long-term solution."

The key point is that cosmetic procedures can also cause significant damage to the skin.

"This is a problem with your spleen and stomach. Once the function of your spleen and stomach deteriorates, your complexion will turn yellow. Moreover, you probably don't watch your diet and have eaten a lot of things you shouldn't have, which makes your spleen and stomach even weaker."

"I love eating the things that both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine don't allow. If I can't eat this or that, what's the point of living?"

Wang Yang smiled. It seemed this girl was indeed as Xiao Jiang had described—extremely willful. However, such people were actually easier to control.

“When you are treated here, you can eat whatever you want, unless it interacts with other medications. I will adjust the prescription accordingly.”

"You mean I still have to drink those awful-tasting Chinese medicines?"

Wang Yang nodded: "Yes, your condition has been accumulating in your body for a long time. Acupuncture alone is too slow, so medication is necessary. But don't worry, the dosage won't be too high, and the medicine won't taste bitter."

Xiaomi rolled her eyes helplessly. She didn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine. Every time they said the medicine wouldn't be bitter, it always made her cry from the bitterness.

“I’m not like those traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. The medicine I prescribe is guaranteed to be sweet, with only a slight bitterness. You can even drink it like coffee.”

Xiaomi was skeptical, but she thought that Wang Yang's medical skills were so superb that he wouldn't lie to her.

"Here's what I'll do. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Drink it for a week and see how it goes. If nothing unexpected happens, you should see a significant improvement. Then I'll give you two more acupuncture treatments."

Xiaomi nodded: "Okay, it's settled then. We'll have the first acupuncture session today, and the second one will be done here again."

"Row."

As he spoke, Xiaomi lay flat on the sofa, and Wang Yang took out his acupuncture kit and gave Xiaomi acupuncture for 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes later, Xiaomi got up, feeling exceptionally clear-headed and much more relaxed, even more comfortable than when she had a massage before.

"No wonder the old man had that feeling before. After you gave me acupuncture, I felt very relaxed and energetic all over. I felt light and free."

"Yes, people with poor spleen and stomach function tend to be either thin or fat. Someone like you is too thin, so no matter how much you eat, you can't digest it."

Xiaomi sighed: "Yes, although I'm thin, I always feel stuffy and lack energy. I only weigh 80-something pounds, but I feel like those big men who weigh hundreds of pounds."

"That's how it is for people with weak spleen and stomach. But it's okay, you should see noticeable results in a week. That's all for today, I'm going home now."

"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't told you yet, when are we meeting next? Leave me your contact information."

Wang Yang turned and smiled: "No need for contact information. I'll be here waiting for you at 2 PM next Wednesday."

Just as he was about to leave, Xiao Mi stopped him again...

"You're really strange. Aren't you a doctor? I haven't even paid you for the medicine yet."

"As I just said, I'm not treating you for money. I accidentally spilled red wine on your swimsuit, and you didn't even ask me to pay for it. How could I possibly charge you for medical expenses?"

Xiaomi smiled smugly; it seemed this person was quite sensible. If he hadn't mentioned it, she would have completely forgotten about the red wine spilled on her swimsuit—it was her favorite.

"Let me tell you, the swimsuit I was wearing just now was my favorite. I wonder if the red wine stains can be washed off?"

"Okay, tell me the brand and size of that swimsuit, and I'll go look for it."

Xiaomi shook her head: "No need, I have a few more of the same ones at home. I was just teasing you. I think you're a nice person, and I'll definitely be here waiting for you at the agreed time. You must come."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely come. I already have an annual membership here. If I don't come, you'll find a way to find me."

Xiao Mi suddenly realized that the person in front of her was quite interesting.

The following Wednesday, she arrived at the private room she had arranged to meet Wang Yang on time. After a while, Wang Yang came in.

"You're quite punctual, not a minute early, not a minute late."

"I've been waiting for you in that private room over there. I only came over when it was almost time. I didn't expect you to arrive first," Wang Yang said to her with a smile.

(End of this chapter)