The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 85 Seeing Hope

Having said that...

The atmosphere inside the room began to change. The middle-aged man's gaze was now fixed on Mo Bai, no longer as casual as before.

Even Chu Ruoxian, who was filled with rage, couldn't help but widen her eyes, her breathing slightly rapid as she looked up at Mo Bai's face, her heart pounding wildly.

Clearly, Mo Bai was the one who, despite witnessing the middle-aged man's symptoms, still dared to give it a try.

The room fell silent, and the previously lifeless atmosphere seemed to gradually come alive again. After a long period of disappointment, the family's long-lost hope was rekindled by Mo Bai's words.

Mo Bai, however, was not in a hurry to leave, letting the two of them stare at him without blinking.

This demeanor undoubtedly confirmed to the father and son that the young doctor was not the type to leave after making empty promises; he was calm and composed, as if he truly had confidence.

Inside the room, the atmosphere remained silent for a long time.

Until the light in the middle-aged man's eyes faded again, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if the ripple in his heart had disappeared again.

However, his son, Chu Ruoxian, couldn't hold back any longer. He looked away from Mo Bai and turned to his father, his lips trembling with nervousness as he said, "Father, why don't we let him take a look at you..."

The middle-aged man's expression had calmed down. His gaze wasn't on his son, but remained fixed on Mo Bai. He slowly asked, "What is your surname, Doctor?"

"No need for formalities, my surname is Bai!" Regardless of whether he was excited or indifferent, Mo Bai remained calm and composed.

"Ruoxian, prepare a seat for Doctor Bai!" The middle-aged man paused slightly before giving the order in a firm voice.

After Mo Bai's words, the father and son, regardless of whether they truly believed him or not, undoubtedly changed their attitude.

Mo Bai's heart stirred, but he did not refuse. For him, this was his first patient in Mingzhu. He had put up a sign there, and although it seemed that no one paid attention to him, someone must have noticed him. At least the Jishi Medical Clinic must have noticed him.

If his first attempt is successful, it will undoubtedly be of vital help to his goal of entering the Jishi Medical Clinic.

He put down the signboard and sat down casually. However, since the other party was not in a hurry for him to treat him, he was not in a rush either. He sat down calmly and composedly.

The middle-aged man appeared calm, but in reality, he was constantly observing Mo Bai's every move. At this moment, his heart was truly stirred.

He was the one who was sick and lying in bed, and naturally, he was the one most eager to recover. Seeing that there was even a sliver of hope, how could he possibly remain indifferent?

"Dr. Bai, I heard you say that you have been practicing medicine since you were a child. I wonder where you mainly practice medicine? Since I fell ill, I have visited many famous doctors, but I am ignorant and have never heard of such a young and miraculous doctor as you!" The middle-aged man looked at Mo Bai without moving his eyes and his voice became calm.

Is this the starting point?

Mo Bai knew that she must have been tempted, and it seemed that the deal was about to be done. He smiled slightly and said, "I dare not call myself a divine doctor. I am merely doing my best to heal under my master's grace."

At this point, Mo Bai's usually indifferent eyes flickered slightly. He lowered his gaze and continued, "As for reputation? I'm afraid you'll have to laugh at me. My master and I usually just travel among the common people, helping them with their ailments. Therefore, although our footsteps have traversed the land, we rarely visit prestigious institutions. Your status is extraordinary, and you've naturally inquired about renowned doctors and sages. Compared to our peers, my master and I are truly far behind. I'm not afraid of your ridicule, but to this day, I'm nothing more than someone carrying a signboard, wandering around. How can we compare to those famous and prestigious establishments!"

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man noticed Mo Bai's flicker just now, and a sudden suspicion arose in his heart.

This young man speaks and acts with such maturity and sophistication, he is by no means the kind of person who is ignorant of the ways of the world. He entered my home and was still so humble and dignified, without the slightest hesitation in his expression. How could he be the kind of person who has never been to a prestigious family and has never seen the world, as he claimed?

It would be more accurate to say that he grew up in a wealthy and powerful family...

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and his heart was filled with even more ripples. Could it be that this young doctor was really a Taoist hermit, or that he had entered the world of martial arts because of some misfortune?

"Ruoxian, go prepare tea and offer it to Doctor Bai as an apology!" The middle-aged man suddenly turned his gaze to Chu Ruoxian and said in a deep voice.

"Uh..." Chu Ruo was taken aback, somewhat confused, but seeing her father's serious expression, she dared not disobey. She pursed her lips slightly, bowed, and agreed, but her gaze was fixed on Mo Bai.

Mo Bai understood the man's reluctance, but his expression remained calm. He still stood up and gave the middle-aged man a slight bow, saying, "Your Excellency, there's no need for such formality!"

Chu Ruo breathed a sigh of relief and then stopped moving.

The middle-aged man, however, flashed a sharp glint in his eyes and sneered at Chu Ruoxian, "Insolence! Have you truly lost all manners? Now get going!"

"Father, please calm down!" Chu Ruoxian said helplessly, no longer daring to be the slightest bit nonchalant.

But Mo Bai reached out to Chu Ruo again, saying, "Young Master Chu, please wait!"

After saying that, he turned to the middle-aged man and said, "In my opinion, perhaps we can pour the tea later. What do you think, sir?"

A glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his spirits noticeably lifted. He stared intently at Mo Bai and said loudly, "Very well, since you are so magnanimous, sir, then I am humbled and would be grateful if you would grant my request!"

"It is a doctor's duty to cure patients' illnesses, and that is only right!" Mo Bai shook his head, his voice calm.

"Ruoxian, help your father up!" The middle-aged man said without further ado, looking directly at Chu Ruoxian.

"No need, just let me take your pulse!" Mo Bai came to the bedside.

This time, Chu Ruoxian was quick-witted and immediately moved a low stool, respectfully inviting Mo Bai to sit down.

From this moment on, the relationship between doctor and patient can be considered truly normal.

Chu Ruo stood to the side, feeling somewhat dazed. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of awe towards this conman who was even younger than herself, just as she would towards a renowned medical expert, and dared not be presumptuous anymore.

In fact, even the middle-aged man was like this. Even when facing famous doctors, after being disappointed many times, he gradually became annoyed and found it difficult to maintain his attitude. Today, in front of this young doctor, he inexplicably felt a bit lost.

To be honest, the reason they looked down on Mo Bai was simply because he was too young and a wandering, untrained doctor. But after all this trouble, they saw that this young doctor was far beyond their expectations. Whether it was his speech, his actions, or his demeanor, it was easy to overlook his age and feel a sense of reliability in him.

They were, after all, patients; how could they dare to be disrespectful to doctors who could help them? Now that they had adjusted their mindset, their attitude was naturally different. They started to be cautious, afraid that the doctor would shake his head...

Mo Bai listened intently to the pulse, and after a short while, he withdrew his hand, stood up from the chair, carefully observed the degree of the middle-aged man's crooked mouth and eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Excuse me!"

"Please go ahead, sir!" The middle-aged man was eager to ask about the situation after the pulse was taken, but he held back.

Mo Bai reached out and gently pressed the corner of his mouth, then lifted his eyelids to observe his pupils before sitting down again. His expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of worry, just as calm as before the consultation.

"Does Your Excellency often feel anxious and uneasy, with constant heart palpitations?" Mo Bai asked softly.

"Exactly, I always feel like there are bugs right in front of me, crawling around, and I even feel like those bugs have crawled into my heart..." the middle-aged man replied, his brows furrowed.

"Is the shape of that insect like a centipede, with many arms and legs?" Mo Bai's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded slightly, his voice very soft.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly. An unprecedented excitement surfaced within him since he entered, and his voice lost its composure for the first time as he asked urgently, "How did you know, sir? Have you ever encountered symptoms like mine before? Do you have a good cure for them?"

Chu Ruoxian stood to the side, her heart suddenly pounding. She clasped her hands together and stared intently at Mo Bai.

Even he had never heard his father say that there were centipedes moving in his eyes. This young doctor was able to see that, so perhaps it really was true...

They were excited, but Mo Bai remained unmoved, and still asked softly, "Your Excellency, please don't be hasty. Was the centipede you saw green or yellow? Did it crawl back and forth or up and down?"

"It's green during the day and yellow at night when there's light. Which way is it crawling? It's like a spider hanging in front of me, swaying back and forth, left and right, without any pattern." The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, and his speech became clearer, clearly indicating that he was becoming increasingly agitated.

"Okay, I understand!" Mo Bai nodded, pondered for a moment, then took out a small bag from his pocket. His gaze became more serious, and his voice became more steady: "Your Excellency, since you and your son are both here, let me briefly explain your condition."

"Sir, you have a way to treat my father's illness, don't you?" Before the middle-aged man could speak, Chu Ruoxian couldn't hold back any longer and went straight to the point.

"Don't be impatient!" Mo Bai said softly, trying to calm him down.

The middle-aged man's chest heaved noticeably a few times before he slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice, "Ruoxian, don't interrupt, please speak, sir!"

Mo Bai nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face. "You are a fortunate person. I had only learned about this disease under my master's tutelage, but I had never encountered it myself until last year when I passed through Beihe and happened to meet an old farmer with the same symptoms as you. That was the first time I had the experience of treating him personally."

"Hmm? I wonder how that old farmer is doing now?" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with excitement, but fortunately, he was quite composed and did not show it too much, and was still able to ask calmly.

But it was clear that his question was still on topic.

Mo Bai smiled, glancing at his own signboard: "At least you didn't disgrace your master by taking down the signboard!"