The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Thirty-One: Mo Bai Opens the Square

Instantly, everyone in the hall turned their gaze to Mo Bai.

But Mo Bai's expression had calmed down, and he looked back at the Empress: "Mother, I have a matter to discuss, I wonder if you can trust me!"

The Empress realized what was happening, but frowned slightly: "My son, these three renowned physicians have rendered countless services to our royal family, ensuring its peace and security. How can you continue to speak so rudely?"

Mo Bai had long known of his strictness, and seemed to have become accustomed to seizing every opportunity to teach him. However, he remained indifferent to other matters, but he never desecrated the art of medicine.

"Mother, your leg ailment is indeed caused by the kidney meridian. That palm strike back then damaged the kidney meridian, causing severe damage. If it weren't for your vital energy protecting you back then, you might have been in mortal danger! However, even so, it is already a great fortune that you have not become paralyzed!" Mo Bai said in a deep voice.

To be honest, even just these words were enough to terrify the Empress and the old palace maid.

"Could it be that my son had previously inquired about my mother's condition?" The Empress's expression softened further, and her voice became gentler.

Mo Bai paused, knowing that she would never believe that he had obtained the result by taking her pulse. He didn't care and didn't explain. He continued, "Just now I looked at several prescriptions. The medicines used were all extremely precious. They were indeed medicines that were appropriate for the symptoms. They were all for nourishing the kidneys and clearing the meridians. The medicines were extremely precious, which delayed the depletion of the Empress's kidney energy."

"My son truly understands the properties of medicine! Why didn't you tell your mother sooner? I would have chosen a renowned teacher to instruct you; perhaps you would achieve extraordinary things in the future!" The Empress's eyes lit up, tinged with reproach. After a pause, she continued, "No, even if you go to Mingzhu, we cannot let your talent be wasted. Tomorrow I will speak with His Majesty and insist that a highly skilled alchemist accompany you to teach my son!"

Seeing her expression, Mo Bai was speechless, but he felt even more deeply her motherly love. However, his expression turned serious, and his voice became sharp: "Even so, the alchemist and imperial physician who treated the Empress Dowager must be severely punished. If it weren't for them, why would the Empress Dowager have suffered for so many years? They are simply outrageous!"

The last sentence made Mo Bai furious.

But at the same time, it caused everyone in the hall to change their expressions drastically.

How could a prince be so presumptuous in front of the empress?

Needless to say, the Empress's expression immediately darkened and her eyes widened, but before she could erupt in anger, Mo Bai's face suddenly turned bright red, and he quickly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth: "Cough cough... cough!"

A violent coughing fit was alarming, and it made the Queen tremble.

"My son, what's wrong...?" The Empress's expression changed.

"Quickly, pour water for His Highness!" the old palace maid hurriedly ordered.

Immediately, a palace maid rushed forward to pour tea for Mo Bai.

Mo Bai coughed violently several times before slowly calming down, but a heavy look flashed across his eyes. He took a blue handkerchief and wiped his lips hard before putting it away and putting it directly into his pocket.

A faint taste of blood lingered in my mouth. I took the teacup, took a small sip, and saw red ripples in the tea. I didn't dare put it down, so I took several more sips until I finished the teacup before handing it back.

"Mother, there's no need to worry. It was just a moment of anger that aggravated an old injury. It's nothing!" The redness on Mo Bai's face faded instantly, leaving only a pale complexion.

"Don't stand there, sit down quickly!" the Empress said hastily when she saw him like this.

Mo Bai smiled upon hearing this and did not refuse.

After this commotion, the Empress could no longer bear to scold him for his wild words, nor did she think about her own illness. She said softly, "Your body has not yet fully recovered. Go back and rest early. Your mother is fine. But you, you must take good care of yourself when you go to Mingzhu."

Mo Bai didn't respond; he also wanted to return quickly. He continued, "Mother, please hear me out. I'm not speaking recklessly, but my anger is truly raging. If we had encountered a physician of high moral character, a few doses of medicine would have been enough to ensure Mother's safety, given her original vitality. But these people have delayed Mother's treatment for over ten years, until now. How can I allow these quacks to ruin Mother's life?"

Seeing his excitement, the Empress and the old palace maid were both slightly shocked, but after exchanging a glance, they calmed down. No matter what, they couldn't believe what Mo Bai said: that a few doses of medicine could cure his serious illness from back then.

Mo Bai took a deep breath, observing the Empress's expression. He could tell her mood at a glance, so he said no more, but simply said in a deep voice, "Mother, may I prescribe a remedy for you?"

"This..." The Empress was helpless when it came to prescribing a remedy.

The old palace maid was speechless; who would dare to eat it?

But Mo Bai had no choice. He knew he couldn't convince anyone now, so he stood up and said directly to the maidservant, "Bring me pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Palace maids immediately set off; putting everything else aside, no one dared to disobey the Ming King's order.

The Empress smiled helplessly and then said, "As you wish. Your Majesty's mother would like to see my son's calligraphy!"

Soon, the four treasures of the study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper) were ready.

"Come, help me up!" The Empress wanted to stand up to see if her son was truly talented.

Mo Bai had no objection. He picked up his brush and waited for the maid to grind the ink. After thinking for a moment, he wrote as he wrote, "Mother, although Master Zhang's prescription is not perfect, it is indeed the right one for the condition. However, this medicine will indeed cause you to have some swelling. But compared to your leg ailment, even if Master Zhang is unable to solve the swelling, you should never stop taking the medicine."

"Oh? My son means that the prescription can indeed cure Mother's illness?" The Empress was somewhat surprised.

"If it were more than ten years ago, three doses of medicine would have been enough to cure it, but now... it's not possible!" Mo Bai shook his head.

With that, Mo Bai said no more and picked up his brush to write.

He had his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding a brush, the ink flowing freely, like dragons and snakes coiling.

The Empress and the old palace maid couldn't help but take a closer look, and they saw an extremely beautiful handwriting appear on the paper.

"My son, whose talent created this calligraphy? It's so ethereal!" Upon seeing it, the Empress's brows immediately relaxed, and she exclaimed with excitement.

Mo Bai paused, a hint of doubt in his heart. This Liu style of calligraphy—could it be something unheard of in this world? "Your subject has not investigated further; this was taught to me by a renowned physician in my childhood!"

"My son has indeed already learned to read and write... Excellent, excellent!" The Empress gazed intently at the flowing strokes of the ink-white brush, her heart filled with joy.

However, the old palace maid now had a real doubt in her heart: Could it be that there really was a doctor who had taught the Ming King?

Her gaze began to scrutinize the prescription written by the King, but when several herbs appeared on the paper, the old palace maid's expression immediately changed drastically: "Your Highness, this, this prescription, how dare we use it..."

Mo Bai remained silent and continued calmly.

But the Empress spoke up: "How so?"

"Your Majesty, this prescription is not much different from Master Zhang's, but... but the dosage has been more than doubled, this..." The old palace maid was so frightened that she could not speak clearly.

She dared not say it; it was a matter of life and death!

The Empress was taken aback, but smiled slightly: "It's alright, it's alright, my son, please continue writing the prescription! I will present this prescription to His Majesty for review; I'm sure His Majesty will praise your calligraphy..."

The old palace maid was taken aback, but her expression quickly softened. "Yes, it's fine if she doesn't eat it."

But then she thought about it again and realized something was wrong. She decided not to take the medicine. She suspected that the King of Ming had ulterior motives in prescribing such a medicine to the Empress.

Mo Bai also heard the Empress's meaning, and paused slightly, realizing that this prescription would most likely be shelved.

Somewhat helplessly, he realized that he couldn't persuade the Empress to eat it simply by trying.

His eyes flickered slightly, then he finished writing down the last herb, picked up another piece of paper, and said in a deep voice as he wrote, "Before Your Majesty uses this prescription, I have another one, a method of external fumigation, which I will also prescribe for Your Majesty. Your Majesty has not been able to get out of bed for many years. Although you have medicine to protect you, your meridians still need care. Using this fumigation method will have obvious benefits. Your Majesty can try it first!"

Another prescription was produced and handed to the old palace maid. This time, she didn't say much, only saying, "Your Highness, the ingredients in this prescription are all ordinary..."

"It's not that only rare medicines can cure diseases!" Mo Bai didn't say much, but looked at his mother: "Mother, this prescription is harmless in any way. I beg you to consider my filial piety and make sure to use it on time."

Upon hearing this, the Empress smiled and said, "Alright, I'll listen to you!"

Mo Bai's heart settled down immediately. Looking at the Empress's face, he finally picked up his pen again and said, "Mother, your kidney meridian is now mostly blocked, and your pulse is almost undetectable. But Mother, you don't need to worry. There is a chance of recovery. You just need to take medicine both internally and externally, and supplement it with the alchemist's acupuncture technique to regulate your Qi. Then there will be no major problems. I will write down another set of acupuncture techniques for future reference."

As he spoke, he picked up his pen again. He had no choice but to entrust the treatment to him personally. He could see results in a month and be able to get out of bed in three months.

But not now. Even if he survives, he will no longer possess the cultivation he had in his previous life. He is already crippled and doesn't know how many days it will take to recover. If the Empress Dowager truly follows this method and uses fumigation for external treatment, it will definitely be effective. At that time, she might actually try the prescription I left behind.

The imperial physicians, or alchemists, dared not prescribe medicine because of the Empress Dowager's noble status. The dosage was no longer effective for her illness; it could only prevent it from worsening.

To cure it completely, strong medicine is necessary. The Empress was once a Taoist practitioner of Qi cultivation. Although her cultivation has been completely destroyed, she is still strong enough to withstand the effects of strong medicine and is not in danger of losing her life. That is why Mo Bai dared to prescribe this medicine.

But all he could do was give an explanation. If he really couldn't survive tomorrow's ordeal, then he would have repaid the debt of gratitude he owed.

If fate allows and the Empress still hasn't taken the medicine, then he can think of a better way.

When everything is over.

Mo Bai knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I am leaving today and do not know when I will return. Please take good care of your health!"