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Early morning, at the entrance of the rented house.

Lu Xingyao held onto Chen Mo's sleeve tightly, her fingers clenched, and wouldn't let go for a long time.

Su Wan stood to the side, carrying a small bag in her hand.

"Alright, alright, it's not like we're not coming back."

Chen Mo pinched Lu Xingyao's cheek.

"I'll take you to eat West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce when we get back. Buy some practical things; my parents like practical things."

Su Wan nodded and handed him the small bag.

"Eat on the way."

Chen Mo took the bag, turned around, and got into the car.

The car door closed, the engine started, and he glanced at the rearview mirror; the two figures were still standing there.

Lu Xingyao raised her hand and waved, the gesture getting smaller and smaller, until the car turned the corner and only an empty alley remained in the rearview mirror.

He put the bag on the passenger seat, opened it, and glanced at it.

Inside were two insulated containers, one for dumplings and the other for cut fruit.

The dumplings are still hot.

They went straight to the airport and boarded the Ye family's private jet.

She wore a dark blue suit today, with her hair tied up, looking more capable than she did last night in the rented apartment.

She took the initiative to report on the medicinal herbs.

"Mr. Chen, I have arranged all the medicinal herbs you requested. The Ye family has been working overnight to procure them from several major medicinal herb bases across the country, and all the common herbs have been gathered. Fifty-year-old wild ginseng is rare, but I guarantee that I can gather one hundred portions within three days."

Chen Mo nodded slightly.

It is indeed highly efficient.

"Your grandfather's illness cannot be cured in one go. Uremia, coupled with his advanced age, has caused his internal organs to decline."

"My approach is long-term treatment. First, stabilize the condition, then gradually restore it."

Ye Yunshu quickly replied.

"Everything will be done according to your wishes."

Chen Mo hummed in agreement and turned to look out the window.

The old man is too old; his organ functions cannot be reversed, they can only be maintained.

But how long it can be maintained is up to him.

Adding or subtracting one ingredient from a prescription, or increasing or decreasing the dosage, can drastically alter the effects.

He can make the old man better day by day, giving the Ye family hope, but he won't make him completely cured.

As long as the old man needs him to stay alive, the Ye family will have to keep doing things for him.

Ye Yunshu is so filial that the old man becomes even more dependent on him as his condition improves.

After getting off the plane, a private car picked us up and dropped us off an hour later at the entrance of an old-fashioned courtyard.

Ye Yunshu led him through two courtyards and into the main hall.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the main hall, and their eyes were all instantly focused on him, scrutinizing him intensely.

The main seat is empty.

Sitting next to me was a man in his sixties with a square face and thick eyebrows.

Chen Mo recognized the face; he'd seen it on the 7:30 news broadcast, in the front row of the conference room.

This person should be the one in charge of the Ye family now.

A man in civilian clothes sat next to him, his back ramrod straight; he was probably a soldier.

Chen Mo had seen this face on TV before, when he was wearing a military uniform.

A woman wearing glasses, around fifty years old, was sitting on the sofa opposite, holding a medical record in her hand.

Her gaze towards Chen Mo was the most direct, scanning him from head to toe before settling on his face, as if she were evaluating a substandard piece of medical equipment.

A man in a suit sat next to her, silent and observing.

At the very edge sat a kind-looking couple, watching Ye Yunshu.

These two people should be Ye Yunshu's parents.

Ye Yunshu stood next to him, her voice a beat softer than it had been on the private jet.

"Mr. Chen, please have a seat."

The woman wearing glasses spoke first, adjusting her glasses.

"Mr. Chen, I have seen your father's medical records. It is truly impressive that he has gone from needing dialysis three times a week to achieving basic recovery."

But if I may be frank, your father is in his prime, and his physical condition is completely different from that of an eighty-year-old.

Moreover, you don't have a medical license or clinical experience.

The old man's health can't withstand any risks. What treatment plan do you plan to use?

All eyes in the main hall were on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at her without explaining.

"See the patient first."

The square-faced man glanced at Chen Mo and stood up.

"This way, please."

The old man lay in bed, over eighty years old, so thin he was skin and bones, with no flesh on his face and high, protruding cheekbones.

There was an IV in my arm, and the electrocardiogram monitor was beeping beside me. My blood pressure was low and my heart rate was fast.

Chen Mo pulled up a chair and sat down, placing three fingers on the old man's wrist.

He closed his eyes, opened them five breaths later, and didn't let go.

"The old man fractured his left leg ten years ago. The metal plate was removed, but it didn't heal properly, and it hurts when it's cloudy or rainy."

Ye Yunshu's mother glanced at her husband subconsciously.

Her husband nodded slightly. Only the family knew about this; it wasn't recorded in the medical records at all.

Chen Mo changed positions and continued taking the pulse.

"I had my gallbladder removed seven years ago, and I had an infection after the surgery."

Upon hearing this, the woman holding the medical record in her hand changed her expression drastically, and her fingers tightened slightly.

She was the one who organized and kept the old man's medical records throughout the entire process, and there was absolutely no mention of postoperative infection in the official files!

The young man in front of me diagnosed a hidden ailment that even top hospitals and countless experts couldn't detect with just one pulse.

Chen Mo changed positions again, this time examining the radial pulse.

"I started urinating frequently at night three years ago, four or five times a night, and I feel cold below the waist. My ankles started swelling six months ago."

He released his grip, gently placed the old man's hand back under the covers, and stood up.

Uremia is a result, not a cause.

The root problem is kidney qi deficiency, leading to weakness in all five internal organs. The kidneys govern water; when kidney qi declines, water metabolism becomes disordered.

Nocturia, edema, and blood pressure fluctuations all stem from this root cause.

At the old man's age, his organs naturally decline; it can't be reversed by taking a few Western medicine pills.

His words were directed at the woman with glasses from earlier.

The room was completely silent.

The woman with glasses felt a lump in her throat.

The soldier lowered his arms, which were folded around his shoulders.

The square-faced man had a solemn expression.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this young man's medical skills were truly miraculous.

Chen Mo turned around and looked at everyone.

"What I can do is to ensure that the old man lives a quality life in his remaining days, without suffering. I hope he can get out of bed and walk within three months, and be basically self-sufficient within six months. After that, I will provide long-term care to maintain his condition."

The square-faced man stared at him.

"Can't it be cured completely?"

Chen Mo looked at him without backing down.

"Impossible. Aging and decline are irreversible."

But I can help the old man stop suffering from illness, so he can walk on his own, eat normally, and speak to you all clearly.

The square-faced man remained silent.

The woman wearing glasses spoke.

"How long does long-term conditioning take?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

"We'll adjust it for as long as the old man lives."

The prescription for recovery should be adjusted according to the patient's physical condition at any time; it cannot be a one-time fix.

His physical condition dictated that this was the only treatment option.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are different.

For the same illness, the severity and urgency of symptoms during the recovery period vary, and the amount and ratio of medication must be adjusted at any time. If even one ingredient is missing, the effect will be greatly reduced.

You should understand this principle.

The room was silent for a few seconds before the woman with glasses spoke again, asking the most pointed question that everyone was concerned about.

"What if you can't be cured, or if something goes wrong during treatment and you decide to discontinue treatment?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Ye Yunshu's fingers clenched the hem of her clothes.

This is the real core issue today: can we trust each other?

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"I'm just an ordinary person, not a doctor, and I don't have any certifications. Well then, let me offer my suggestion."

"Why don't you find someone more capable now!"

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