Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

"Which Young Master Chu?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Chen Mo understood instantly.

It should be Chu Zheng from the Star-Picking Tower last night.

It's obvious why they came; they're after his secret medicine.

"I'm busy."

Chen Mo turned to the side, intending to simply walk around and leave.

The two men's faces darkened, and they immediately attacked from the left and right, launching a direct assault.

Chen Mo didn't even turn his head, but instead struck out with his palm.

With a loud bang!

The two experts at the Transformation Realm were instantly thrown away by the immense force and slammed into the wall. Their fate after landing was unknown.

People on the street were so frightened that they scattered and fled in all directions.

He's quite skilled, but unfortunately he's blind to talent and messed with the wrong person.

Chen Mo didn't stop walking; he went straight back to the courtyard.

He quickly made a mental calculation.

He had only made his name known last night, and now the Chu family had immediately sent people to his door. Their informants and speed were even faster than he had expected.

Now that this face and this house have been exposed, they can no longer be used.

Back in the courtyard, Chen Mo immediately changed his disguise again without saying a word.

His face was covered with wrinkles, his hands were dotted with age spots, his back was deliberately hunched over, and he changed into a faded old coarse cloth outfit.

Looking in the mirror, he looked exactly like an old, frail, itinerant doctor who toiled in the fields for a living.

Yan Ci also changed to an ordinary face.

The two quietly left from the backyard, stayed overnight at a restaurant outside, and then rented a small courtyard again at dawn.

The capital city is so big and the population is so diverse that if they change their appearance and residence, no one will be able to find them again.

As he was leaving, Yan Ci saw him to the door, carefully straightened his clothes, and whispered a few words of advice:

"Young master, please be careful in everything you do."

"rest assured."

Chen Mo patted her hand, leaned on his wooden cane, and slowly went out.

He asked questions as he walked, heading straight for the Imperial Hospital.

But when I asked three people in a row, they all had strange expressions.

He pointed in a direction, then immediately turned and left.

The vermilion gates of the Imperial Medical Academy were wide open, but the entrance was deserted; not a soul could be seen.

Two stone lions squatted quietly at the entrance, exuding an indescribable sense of desolation and loneliness.

The soldier on guard, holding his rifle, yawned listlessly, his face full of perfunctory attitude.

Chen Mo, leaning on his cane, walked step by step toward the gate.

Passersby on the roadside were all stunned and began to whisper among themselves.

"Another daredevil has arrived..."

"This old man looks so old, yet he dares to come and die!"

"I guess his family was too poor and he wanted to win a reward to leave to his descendants."

Everyone knows that the Imperial Medical Academy offers rewards for recruiting people, but this money is something you might receive but not live to spend.

The two middle-aged women couldn't bear to watch any longer, so they quickly caught up and stopped a few steps away, not daring to approach the gate even a fraction of a step, as if the gate were a tiger's mouth that would devour people.

"Old man! Please don't go in!"

The woman was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"That's the guillotine in there!"

"No doctor who went in for treatment over the years has ever come out alive! They're all gone!"

"Our neighbor, Doctor Wang, was one of those doctors who went to the palace to treat patients. He went in perfectly fine, but in the end, all that was left when they carried him out was a coffin!"

"No matter how difficult things get, please don't take this path!"

Chen Mo felt a slight warmth in his heart.

He stopped, cupped his hands in greeting to the two of them, and wore a kind and gentle smile.

"Thank you both for your kindness. Don't worry, I do have some medical skills."

The two women wanted to persuade them further, but the soldiers at the entrance of the Imperial Hospital rushed in to report the incident.

A moment later, two officials scrambled out, followed by a squad of guards.

"Get out of here! What are you yelling about!"

The leading official first sternly rebuked and drove the two women away.

Even after being driven far away, the woman still looked back at Chen Mo, her eyes full of regret.

After shooing away the others, the two officials instantly changed their expressions, approaching with beaming smiles.

"Oh dear! Sir! Slow down, slow down, the threshold is high, let me help you!"

"Sir, you must be tired from your journey! It's windy outside, please come inside and rest with us!"

The two men, one on each side, quickly supported Chen Mo's arms, being overly attentive.

It's not about genuinely caring for the elderly; it's purely out of fear that this "applicant" who finally came to their door will change their mind and run away.

For many years, no one from the Imperial Medical Academy dared to apply to enter the palace to treat patients. Today, one of them finally came on his own, so we insisted on dragging him inside.

Whether they can be cured or whether they can live is none of their business.

They only require job records showing "successful recruitment".

Upon entering the inner hall, Chen Mo was invited to take the seat of honor.

Judge Zhou Quan personally served tea, and Chief Justice Qian Guangjin accompanied and served him throughout the process.

The hot tea in the cup was scalding hot, with steam rising from it.

Chen Mo knew in his heart that this cup of hot tea was no different from the farewell wine served at a last meal before execution.

He put on quite the act, holding the teacup with both hands, letting out a long sigh, his face full of sorrow.

"I've heard that your esteemed institution is recruiting, and there's even a reward for your services..."

"Yes! Of course! Five hundred taels of silver."

Qian Guangjin quickly replied, blurting out the answer.

His eyes darted around quickly, and he immediately changed his tune:

"No, no! I'll give you a thousand taels! A full thousand taels!"

A glint of light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, looking like a greedy old farmer-doctor.

"One thousand taels? How do I get that money?"

"It's very simple!"

Qian Guangjin slapped his thigh in anger.

"Just verify their medical skills, sign the agreement, and you'll be paid on the spot!"

"To examine medical skills..."

Chen Mo spoke slowly, feigning hesitation and helplessness.

"I've spent my whole life practicing medicine in the countryside, and I'm not well-known. It's just that I'm getting old and don't have many years left. My children and grandchildren are good-for-nothings, and they've accumulated a huge gambling debt..."

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, his voice trembling slightly, delivering a superb performance.

"I heard the rewards here are generous, so I dared to give it a try. Anyway, my old life isn't worth much..."

As he spoke, he coughed softly twice, revealing his frailty.

Qian Guangjin felt completely at ease.

Just as he had guessed, the old doctor, desperate and with nowhere else to turn, was risking his life for money.

Upon closer inspection, the old man exuded a rich and heavy herbal aroma, clearly indicating that he had been practicing medicine for many years.

"What are you investigating?!"

Qian Guangjin waved his hand generously, showing great generosity.

"The old gentleman smells strongly of medicine; does his medical skill need verification? Zhou Quan! Quickly bring over one thousand taels of silver and a clerk!"

They couldn't even be bothered to test their medical skills.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the signing, fingerprinting, and counting of silver were all completed.

The table was neatly arranged with stacks of gleaming silver coins.

Chen Mo's hands trembled as he carefully stuffed the pieces into his pocket, revealing his greedy nature.

Qian Guangjin watched from the side, a kind smile on his face, but inwardly he was sneering.

Take it, take as much as you want, but unfortunately you have the life to take it, not the life to spend it.

Chen Mo picked up the document and slowly read it carefully.

It was written clearly in black and white on the paper.

I am willing to accept the blame for the unsuccessful diagnosis and treatment.

These simple eight words, when signed, are not an employment contract at all, but a life-or-death waiver.

"Sir, please sign quickly! It's just a formality!"

Qian Guangjin kept urging him on, wishing he could just put his fingerprint on for him.

A seemingly innocuous statement carries the weight of a human life.

Chen Mo sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm as he picked up his pen and began to write.

Zhang Deshuai pressed his fingerprint.

Qian Guangjin quickly put away the documents, grinning from ear to ear.

The hole in the job that had been hanging over us for years has finally been filled today.

"Don't worry, sir! Just do your job well, and you'll have a bright future ahead of you!"

He patted Chen Mo's shoulder affectionately, as if they were old friends.

"Please rest well. Tomorrow morning, a carriage will take you to the palace to examine the pulses of the empresses."