The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Seventy-Three: Seeing a Doctor

The rickshaw wasn't going fast. Mo Bai had already told the driver in advance that he wasn't feeling well and couldn't handle the bumpy ride, so he asked him to slow down and that he would pay more for the time lost.

With such a good deal, the driver naturally agreed with a big smile.

In this way, Mo Bai was able to take in the scenery of Mingzhu along the way.

Martial arts schools, Western-style buildings, newspaper offices, banks, money exchanges, tailor shops, clinics, dance halls, government offices, secret societies...

Scenes that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar flashed before Mo Bai's eyes, allowing him to truly feel the unique characteristics of this era, where conservatism had not yet faded and openness had already begun to emerge.

Mo Bai wasn't in a daze. Having experienced life and death in this world, he had long accepted the fact that he lived in this era.

He carefully examined every place, and from time to time, like a stranger, he would ask the driver a few questions and inquire about local affairs.

When passing by a martial arts school, I would ask the master if he was famous, how skilled he was, how many students he had, and if anyone had ever come to challenge him.

When passing through the concessions, I wanted to find out if all the residents were foreigners, what they ate, and whether they mistreated the locals.

If you pass by a newspaper office, you can inquire whether the news they write is true, and whether anyone will care if they write nonsense.

Passing by a nightclub, I inquired about its prices, the famous performers, and any gossip.

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Mo Bai inquired about everything casually, as if without any particular purpose.

However, rickshaw pullers in that era belonged to the lowest rungs of society, and there was no such thing as equality for all or that any profession was equal.

This resulted in the coachman answering every question Mo Bai asked, but he didn't ramble on; he responded to each question directly.

Clearly, they weren't as talkative as drivers in later generations, who could chat freely and casually. In fact, although their job was similar to that of a driver, their methods were completely different. Think about it, they were always running around hard, how could they possibly be as relaxed and carefree as the drivers sitting here in later generations, chatting with passengers about world affairs while they were sweating profusely?

Mo Bai wasn't in a hurry and guided the driver slowly. Perhaps it was because he had indeed been running slowly today, and Mo Bai was still young and had a very casual attitude, so the driver didn't feel any pressure. Gradually, the driver started to speak.

Actually, if you want to find out something, it is appropriate to ask them. Perhaps they are not literate and cannot talk about the general situation of the world, but because they have been traveling around the city for many years, what they see is the most real.

They know best how to avoid misfortune and live a peaceful life in this world.

For example, which government office in the city has the most greedy people, which gang has the most ruthless thugs, which martial arts master has the most prestigious reputation in the underworld, which nightclub has the most powerful background, and which area is inhabited by important people...

And so, as they traveled slowly, Mo Bai obtained a lot of the information he wanted, seemingly unintentionally.

Although the information was disorganized and of low quality, Mo Bai was able to gradually construct a realistic picture of Mingzhu in his mind through it.

"Look, do you see that? The best spot up ahead is Jishi Medical Clinic. If you're looking for a doctor, you've come to the right place. Doctor Zhu there is a true master; he can cure any ailment with his medicine and bring the dead back to life." After nearly three hours of travel, they finally arrived at a bustling main street. Just then, the driver pointed to a two-story building with quaint decorations ahead and gestured to Mo Bai.

Mo Bai nodded, raising his eyes to look in the direction the coachman indicated. Even though it was still some distance away, it was immediately visible: a huge signboard that stood out along the entire long street. No matter who came from the east or west, they could see the four large characters written on it: "Jishi Medical Hall".

To be honest, in his previous life, Mo Bai had traveled all over the country and met many famous doctors and Taoists. He had even practiced medicine in the mortal world.

Even with his extensive experience, he had never seen any medical clinic with such a magnificent presence.

The main reason is that traditional Chinese medicine is about calming the mind and cannot be flaunted. Therefore, many famous clinics are actually the simplest and most low-key.

"Such a big signboard, this Doctor Zhu must be quite extraordinary!" Mo Bai said with a smile as he looked at the signboard.

The driver, oblivious to the deeper meaning in his words, assumed Mo Bai was praising him and continued, "Of course! This Doctor Zhu is a disciple of a Taoist alchemist; he truly has the ability to bring the dead back to life. Speaking of which, there's a legendary story behind Doctor Zhu's opening of his clinic. Before this Jishi Medical Clinic even opened, when Doctor Zhu was still selecting a location, it was actually a money exchange. At that time, the money exchange was experiencing financial difficulties, and debt collectors were constantly at the door..."

Sure enough, all the rickshaw drivers had a knack for chatting. The man who had seemed dull before was now quite talkative after he stopped being so reserved.

Mo Bai didn't interrupt, but listened with a smile. When they arrived at the entrance of the clinic, he learned the whole story.

It turned out that the owner of the money exchange was driven to desperation and committed suicide by poisoning himself. When the coroner arrived, he had already confirmed that the man was dead, and the family was filled with grief and preparing for the funeral.

Unexpectedly, the doctor Zhu witnessed this and, in full view of everyone, used only a few silver needles and a bowl of medicinal soup to bring the person back to life.

This scene undoubtedly stunned everyone on the spot, and from then on, his fame spread far and wide. In the end, he opened this Jishi Medical Clinic on the site of the former money exchange.

From that day on, Dr. Zhu brought the dead back to life, and his reputation as a divine healer spread far and wide, becoming famous throughout Mingzhu Province. Countless patients flocked to him, hoping to be cured by the miraculous hands of this renowned doctor. Over the years, Dr. Zhu's success with each case made him even more legendary, and he could be considered the foremost doctor in the entire Mingzhu medical field.

"You don't look too well, so you've come to see Dr. Zhu for treatment, right? Don't worry, once you're here, you'll definitely be cured," the driver said before you got out of the car.

Mo Bai handed him the money, but glancing at the distinguished-looking people entering and leaving the clinic, he smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, but I'm not here for treatment; I'm here to apply for a doctor's job!"

"Ah..." The coachman was stunned, staring at Mo Bai's back as he walked towards the clinic for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

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At the entrance of the clinic, Mo Bai straightened his clothes, his face pale but gentle, with a calm smile, and stepped inside.

The clinic was over ten meters wide and at least fifteen meters deep, making it extremely spacious.

The first thing you see is a row of medicine cabinets at the end of the clinic, reaching straight up to the roof and standing more than three meters tall.

Meanwhile, several young people were standing on a suspended ladder above the medicine cabinet, listening to the people below call out the names of the medicines, opening drawers one by one, taking out the herbs, and handing them over to the people below to be weighed...

Mo Bai glanced around and saw that there were at least six or seven people just handling medicine and odd jobs, which showed how good the clinic's business was.

Mo Bai shifted his gaze to the long cabinet below.

A shopkeeper was looking at him. Mo Bai clearly saw the shopkeeper's gaze first sweep over his clothes before looking up at his face. Then he smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to Mo Bai.

Immediately, a servant boy hurried towards Mo Bai and asked, "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

"Yes, I heard about Dr. Zhu's medical skills and came here to see him." Mo Bai nodded and said softly.

"Alright, please come this way!" The servant immediately led Mo Bai toward the shopkeeper.

Mo Bai readily agreed and followed him inside.

Upon arriving, the servant informed the innkeeper beforehand that Mo Bai was there to see Doctor Zhu. The innkeeper nodded and waved for him to leave before personally greeting Mo Bai, his face full of smiles as he asked, "May I ask how you are addressed, sir?"

Mo Bai smiled and said, "My Daoist name is Changqing, and my secular surname is Bai. You can just call me Changqing!"

"Hmm?" The shopkeeper was taken aback, then his expression suddenly turned serious. He looked at Mo Bai with deep apology, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "It's actually Master Changqing in person! My apologies, my apologies... May I ask which famous mountain you cultivate on? Please, have a seat!"

As he spoke, he walked around the counter to offer Mo Bai a seat.

The reason for this is actually quite simple. Mo Bai's self-reported Taoist name indicates that he must be a member of the Taoist sect. Moreover, to be granted a Taoist name means that he has at least entered the Taoist path and has attained the cultivation of a Taoist priest.

Even their Physician Zhu would have to show him some respect. Moreover, he is so young that even if he has just entered the Dao, he is still extraordinary. Furthermore, Mo Bai has a calm demeanor, and he may be a junior from some famous mountain. Therefore, he cannot be neglected.

However, Mo Bai raised his hand and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Shopkeeper, you flatter me. How could I possibly be worthy of entering a famous mountain? I merely happened to be favored by my master and followed him to travel the world to cultivate."

The shopkeeper's smile froze instantly, realizing it was merely a legacy passed down through generations. However, still impressed by the man's refined demeanor, he smiled and said, "So you're a recluse under a master of the world... I heard you were looking for Physician Zhu?"

Clearly, we're skipping the seating arrangements and getting straight to the point.

Mo Bai didn't seem to mind and nodded, saying, "I've heard that Senior Brother Zhu is a renowned physician here. I have some injuries that I've tried to treat without success, despite visiting many famous doctors. I've come here because of his reputation, hoping that Senior Brother Zhu can take a look at me."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and said, "Sir, your complexion does indeed appear somewhat unusual. It turns out you are injured. However, please rest assured, Physician Zhu is an apprentice of a Taoist alchemist and is highly skilled in treating various internal injuries. He will surely be able to cure your ailment!"

"If that's true, then it's truly a stroke of good fortune." Mo Bai's expression immediately brightened, and he nodded and smiled.

"However, please forgive me, sir. There are many people who come to see Dr. Zhu for treatment, including many famous people. Therefore, Dr. Zhu's time is very tight. If you want to see Dr. Zhu for treatment, the price..." the shopkeeper said apologetically.

"Of course, of course... cough! cough!" Mo Bai nodded repeatedly to show his understanding, but then showed a hint of embarrassment and said, "I have been suffering from injuries and taking medicine these past few days, which has cost a lot, so... so..."

Needless to say, the shopkeeper knew that this man was short of money, and his enthusiasm immediately waned. He said, "Actually, besides Physician Zhu, the other doctors at our Jishi Medical Clinic are also extremely skilled, all possessing the abilities of medical masters. Why don't you wait a moment, sir, and let Physician Chen, who is on duty today, examine you!"

As he spoke, he pointed to an old man who was sitting in the main hall, in front of a table, taking someone's pulse.

"Hmm... alright, thank you for your trouble!" Mo Bai seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

His demeanor clearly indicated that he was a person who had fallen on hard times.

Seeing that he agreed, the shopkeeper immediately smiled and said, "Alright, please sit for a while and wait a moment."

Mo Bai nodded with a smile, walked to a bench in front of Dr. Chen's desk and sat down. There were two other people waiting in front of him, but he was not in a hurry. He waited quietly, but his eyes were on the patients waiting beside him.

About half an hour later, it was finally Mo Bai's turn.

Doctor Chen glanced at Mo Bai's face and asked, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

He gestured for Mo Bai to reach out and take his pulse. Mo Bai readily complied and extended his hand, but did not answer. He simply watched the doctor quietly.

But in just a moment, the physician Chen, who was taking the pulse, suddenly looked up at Mo Bai.