I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

The mother and daughter went downstairs one after the other. Upon seeing them, Li Shijia immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, Aunt Shen!"

Shen Nanxu smiled broadly: "Shijia's here! How's your mother?"

"It's great, thank you for thinking of me, Auntie. You look great!" Li Shijia said with a smile.

Shen Nanxu's smile froze for a moment, and she subconsciously glanced at Chen Mo.

Is it true or false that Chen Mo claims to have stomach cancer?

She didn't believe it at first, but her daughter's words and Li Shijia's visit made her uneasy.

Could I... really have stomach cancer?

If that's the case, what should we do?

Lin Qingyin walked over and stood next to Chen Mo: "Young Master Li, what brings you here today?"

Li Shijia smiled and said, "I came specifically to thank Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen, this is a set of silver needles that I had someone find for me. Please take a look and see if it suits your needs!"

Li Shijia picked up an exquisite wooden box from the coffee table and handed it to Chen Mo with both hands.

Chen Mo took the wooden box. The box was not big, it was long and narrow, about the width of two palms put together.

The wood is made of the finest rosewood, with a surface polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting one's image.

The lid of the box is engraved with the seal characters "Nine Needles and Twelve Origins," written in a vigorous and powerful style, clearly the work of a master.

Chen Mo pushed open the box lid.

Inside, there was a layer of dark blue velvet cloth, on which nine silver needles were neatly arranged.

These nine silver needles varied in length and thickness, with the thinnest being barely thicker than a hair and the longest being over four inches long.

Each needle gleamed with a cool, silvery light; its body was straight, its tip sharp, and its handle engraved with extremely fine lines.

Li Shijia explained, "This set of needles is made according to the 'Nine Needles' system in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic."

"All nine types are included: zigzag needle, round needle, tung needle, sharp needle, beryllium needle, round-sharp needle, acupuncture needle, long needle, and large needle."

He pointed to the thinnest one: "This is an acupuncture needle, not much thicker than a hair. It's suitable for shallow needling and treating skin and flesh ailments."

He then pointed to the longest needle: "This is a long needle, more than four inches long, suitable for deep insertion to treat diseases of the meridians."

Finally, pointing to the thickest one: "This is a large needle, with a slightly blunt tip, suitable for draining water and clearing the meridians."

"This set of needles was made by a retired craftsman using ancient techniques from the Qing Dynasty palace. It can no longer be found on the market."

Chen Mo picked up the acupuncture needle, examined it against the light, and then rubbed the handle with his hand.

The delicate touch was so much better than the one he used before.

"Great needle!"

Chen Mo exclaimed, "Young Master Li, this set of needles is wonderful! I love it! I appreciate your thoughtfulness!"

Li Shijia was overjoyed and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm glad Mr. Chen likes it! I'm glad he likes it!"

He rubbed his hands together, his expression becoming somewhat serious. "Mr. Chen, there's actually a second matter I've come to discuss today!"

"What is it?"

Chen Mo looked at him.

Li Shijia hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's like this, my father heard about how you used acupuncture anesthesia to perform a cesarean section on Xiaoya, and he specifically wants to meet you. I wonder if you have time?"

Lin Qingyin and Shen Nanxu exchanged a glance, secretly surprised.

That old man from the Li family?

That's no ordinary person!

That old man used to be in charge of the central government.

Although he has retired, he is still a very important figure in Da'an Province, and even in the whole country.

The old man actually wants to see Chen Mo? What an honor!

Shen Nanxu looked at Chen Mo, and for the first time, her expression changed.

Although the Lin family has some influence in Da'an Province, it is not even in the same league as the Li family.

If we could really get in touch with the Li family...

Shen Nanxu didn't think further, but she had already begun to re-evaluate this son-in-law in her mind.

Li Shijia asked sincerely, "Mr. Chen, when are you available?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "I'm a free man now, I have plenty of time!"

Li Shijia's eyes lit up: "In that case, why don't we go see the old man now?"

"Can!"

Chen Mo nodded.

Water flows downhill, and people strive for higher positions. To live a comfortable life, connections are indispensable.

His medical skills are the best weapon for making connections with the powerful and wealthy and building a network of contacts!

With connections as extensive as the Li family's, it's impossible to miss out.

Chen Mo looked at Lin Qingyin: "Take Auntie to the hospital for a gastroscopy, get everything checked out. I'll call you when I'm done here!"

Lin Qingyin straightened Chen Mo's clothes: "Go ahead, I'll take care of things at home!"

Chen Mo nodded slightly and followed Li Shijia out the door.

The black sedan was already waiting at the door. The driver opened the back door, and Li Shijia stepped aside to let Chen Mo get in first.

"Mr. Chen, please!"

Chen Mo didn't stand on ceremony, bent down and got into the car, started the engine, and drove out of the villa area.

Shen Nanxu stood by the window, watching the car disappear at the intersection, before looking at her daughter.

Her expression was complex, a mixture of doubt, shock, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Li Shijia... he actually values ​​him this much?"

"Mom, that old man from the Li family is no ordinary person. Do you think Li Shijia would bring such a shady character to see him?"

Lin Qingyin said.

Shen Nan was speechless.

In the second-generation circles of Da'an Province, there are indeed many spoiled brats who just want to live off others.

But this absolutely does not include Li Shijia from the Li family!

Li Shijia was shrewd and capable from a young age, with an exceptionally mature temperament. He was carefully nurtured by the Li family and was destined to take over the family business in the future.

How could someone like him waste time associating with shady characters?

Li Shijia brought Chen Mo to the Da'an Sanatorium.

This is the best nursing home in Ontario. No ordinary person can stay here for recuperation; even if you have money, you can't get in.

The car stopped in front of the sanatorium. The gatekeeper was a young man in military uniform, with a straight posture and sharp eyes.

He glanced into the car, and Li Shijia rolled down the window and handed him an ID.

The gatekeeper carefully checked his information, glanced at Chen Mo, saluted, and let him through.

The car continued driving in.

On both sides are large lawns and artificial lakes, where several egrets are strolling on the surface of the lake.

In the distance, there are rows of detached small buildings, nestled among the trees, as quiet as a painting.

After walking through a corridor and then through a security gate.

The security check was very thorough, even stricter than at the airport.

Chen Mo took the silver needle pouch out of his pocket, but the security personnel looked at it and put it back.

After passing through security, the two arrived at a garden.

The garden is large, planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, and a cobblestone path winds its way into the depths.

Following the cobblestone path, a pavilion came into view in the distance, with several people sitting inside.

As I got closer, I could see that there were six or seven old men playing chess around a stone table.

They were dressed casually; some wore Tang suits, some wore jackets, and one even wore an old-fashioned double-breasted cloth shirt.

But these people all have an indescribable aura about them.

It wasn't a deliberate display of authority, but rather something that had been ingrained for decades, something etched into one's very being.

Chen Mo looked at these people, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

Among these people, there were several he had only seen on television and in the news before.

He doesn't appear often, but even a single appearance is enough to make many people nervous.

"Those who can stay in this sanatorium are definitely not simple people!" Chen Mo sighed inwardly.

Li Shijia led Chen Mo to the outside of the pavilion, and waited quietly without making a sound.

Chen Mo had no choice but to wait and watch the chess game in the pavilion.