The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Sixty-Two Abnormal

Mo Bai took out a pen from his pocket, then took a book from the car, tore off a page, and once again opened a corner of the car window to look outside.

The old man was smiling as he packed buns for Tie Xiong. Tie Xiong seemed to ask something, and the old man's smile vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry. He seemed to be saying something to Tie Xiong.

Before long, Tie Xiong returned carrying steamed buns, while the old man carried his load and headed into the city.

"Sixth Master, his grandson was bitten by a snake while helping in the fields yesterday afternoon. His whole body is swollen. A barefoot doctor in the village said it was a black-tailed snake bite and bled his grandson, but he developed a high fever last night. The doctor prescribed a medicine for him..." Tie Xiong handed the bun to Mo Bai and said in a low voice.

Mo Bai took the steamed buns, saw that there were only two, and looked up at Tie Xiong.

Tie Xiong seemed to understand what he was thinking and said, "This is the city gate. If we make too many moves, it might cause more trouble. Judging from today's situation, those soldiers aren't worth much and are eyeing our vehicle... Besides, even if we give money to that old man, it probably won't help him and will only cause him more trouble."

Mo Bai's eyes flashed again, and his heart sank even more, but he didn't say anything. He took out a pen, but instead of writing anything, he drew a few patterns on the paper, which looked like leaves.

There are three types. After drawing them, he handed them to Tetsuo: "Can you recognize what these are?"

Tie Xiong took it, glanced at it, and then looked up at Mo Bai: "Is this the prescription?"

He understood, of course, that Mo Bai must want to prescribe a remedy for that old man, so he was not confused.

Mo Bai nodded: "Hmm, let's see, can you recognize me!"

Tie Xiong lowered his head again and then said, "Judging from the shape, it's one of the common roadside grasses in the north: Five-Clawed Dragon, Exploding Thorn, and Grass Vine!"

"Hmm, the names vary from place to place, but you can recognize them. Northerners should be familiar with them too. If you're going to use decoction to treat snake venom, it will take at least seven days. This load of buns probably won't even buy one dose of the medicine," Mo Bai said softly, taking out a bun from the bag, taking a bite, and then handing it to Tie Xiong.

Tie Xiong took the steamed buns and the recipe, and without saying a word, he got off the carriage and chased after the old man selling steamed buns.

Sitting in the car, Mo Bai heard Tie Xiong's shouts from afar: "Hey! You old bastard, what kind of rubbish is this? You made me get scolded by the young master. Give me my money back..."

Mo Bai carefully nibbled on the bun in his mouth. It tasted pretty good, but he couldn't stand greasy food.

However, he didn't spit it out. Instead, he slowly swallowed it without changing his expression, a hint of pity flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Without a compassionate heart, no matter how skilled one is, one cannot attain enlightenment!

Regardless of his past or present life, Mo Bai deserves the title of a medical master!

Even after curing his grandson's snake venom, Mo Bai was still not at ease...

A short while later.

Tie Xiong returned and nodded to Mo Bai. Mo Bai lifted the curtain again, glanced at the old man's astonished gaze at the carriage, and then lowered the curtain.

"Stop the car! Stop the car!"

Finally, the carriage arrived at the city gate. Perhaps it was true, as Tie Xiong had said, that there wasn't much to gain today. Upon seeing the carriage arrive, everyone, whether standing or sitting, gripped their waist knives and surrounded it, their eyes fixed on Tie Xiong as he jumped down from the carriage, their eyes gleaming with greed.

Mo Bai sat motionless in the car. At this moment, he felt no tension. Perhaps it was because of what he had just witnessed that he felt a deep anger for the suffering people in the world.

"What do you do?"

"Who's in the car?"

"Where to?"

"Open the car door..."

A series of shouts rang out, their tone aggressive, but Mo Bai ignored them, closed his eyes, and left the matter to Tie Xiong as he had instructed, sitting quietly in the car and waiting.

It seems that, just as Tiexiong said, the investigation was not thorough.

Tie Xiong whispered a few words to the soldiers, then his voice gradually faded. Then the soldiers dispersed, and someone said, "Okay, let them through!"

The carriage started moving again, but the doors were never opened from beginning to end.

The shouts behind them continued, but the carriage had already left the city.

Mo Bai shook his head, dispelling the lingering emotions brought on by the scene just now, and placed the futon back on the carriage floor, sitting cross-legged once more.

As I said before, we can only think about other things after we've recovered.

However, a question still arose in his mind: "Tie Xiong, is this normal?"

Tie Xiong, who was driving the carriage outside, understood what Mo Bai was asking when he heard this. He didn't stop the carriage, but said, "I don't know, but the situation in the city was indeed very tense a few days ago..."

Mo Bai nodded, stopped thinking about it, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

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Mo Bai left the capital region. He originally thought there would be some trouble, but the journey was extremely peaceful, so peaceful that it surprised both Mo Bai and Tie Xiong.

After all, Mo Bai is a king of the Ming Dynasty. His disappearance for many days should have caused a great uproar. The longer it goes on, the stricter the control should be.

But strangely, the farther they were from the capital, the less they could be heard from.

Of course, this was a good thing for them, so they took advantage of the peace and traveled day and night, going further and further.

What they didn't know was that their peaceful departure was not a coincidence.

It should be said that this situation arose precisely because the impact of his attack gradually expanded.

It may seem contradictory, but that is indeed the case.

Compared to the day he was attacked, Emperor Dingwu was furious and ordered the first-rank official, Prince Ming, to personally investigate the case, giving him a one-month deadline; if the case was not solved, he would be convicted.

From that day onward, there was never a single day of peace in Heijō.

The massive anti-rightist campaign began on that day and grew larger and larger.

Countless forces have been implicated in this affair over the past month, with heads falling and blood staining the world.

The situation has become increasingly dire since the Ming King has remained missing and the question of whether he has been robbed again has been raised.

But if that's the case, why is local control so lax, allowing the Ming King to leave so easily?

This all started with Lord Lin, who was ordered to solve the case within a month. After Lord Lin was given the deadline to solve the case, almost everyone in the court knew that Emperor Dingwu was putting pressure on Lin Huayao, and even wanted to take action against him.

However, at that time, the incident involving the Ming King had just occurred, and no one dared to confront Dingwu's wrath. After all, the imperial court was the supreme authority, and it was absolutely unacceptable for no one to take responsibility for the Ming King's assassination in public.

Lin Huayao had no choice but to take on this responsibility, but it was clearly a hot potato. Almost every day, many officials from the Lin faction were impeached by the court for allegedly being involved in the attack on the Ming King. Whether it was based on hearsay or solid evidence, once impeached, His Majesty would be furious and would investigate.

As the chief investigator, Lin Huayao's position was extremely awkward. All the people suspected were his people. How could he say he wouldn't investigate?

That's just how officialdom is, especially in these chaotic times when people's hearts are restless and they can't withstand investigations. Once an investigation is conducted, trouble will inevitably follow.

Despite Lin Huayao's deep-rooted foundation, this incident, coupled with Emperor Dingwu's opportunistic targeting, has led to his situation deteriorating rapidly.

For officials in the imperial court, at their level, the most important thing, to put it bluntly, is power!

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; it's not as difficult as you might imagine.

However, the court underestimated Lin Huayao; no one expected just how audacious he was.