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

Wu Mingyuan was unconvinced.

He lived most of his life, won three national championships, and his students are all over the chess world.

When have I ever been dealt with so cleanly and efficiently?

and.

The person who dealt with him was a young man who was not yet thirty years old.

Wu Mingyuan couldn't swallow this insult.

"One more round!"

Wu Mingyuan wiped the chess pieces off the board, stared at Chen Mo, his eyes full of resentment.

Chen Mo looked at Li Shijia, who nodded, meaning, "You can keep him company for a bit."

Chen Mo sighed and could only sit back down to continue.

At the start of the second game, Wu Mingyuan, playing black, made the first move, placing pieces swiftly and launching a fierce attack.

Chen Mo responded calmly and steadily.

Thirty steps later, Wu Mingyuan's offensive was completely neutralized.

Fifty moves later, his black pieces were surrounded by white pieces.

At the seventieth move, Wu Mingyuan threw away another chess piece.

"Again! I refuse to believe this!"

At the start of the third game, Wu Mingyuan changed his strategy and adopted a more conservative approach.

Chen Mo remained calm and composed, taking his time and patiently working through the situation.

In the end, Wu Mingyuan's black pieces were forced into a corner by the white pieces, with no way to survive, and he resigned.

Come again!

The fourth game.

Wu Mingyuan's face turned a little pale, but once his stubbornness kicked in, no one could stop him.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, as steady as an old dog.

The game ended even faster; in less than forty moves, Wu Mingyuan's dragon was cut in half.

Wu Mingyuan stared at the chessboard for a long time before finally throwing the chess piece in his hand onto the table.

"I'm not playing anymore!"

Wu Mingyuan let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness after being beaten into submission:

"Young man, I really can't beat you at this game!"

The old men nearby were completely dumbfounded, staring blankly.

"Old Wu, you've finally met your match? Losing to a young guy, and four games in a row?"

The old man in the traditional Chinese jacket couldn't stop smiling.

In the past, when I played chess with Lao Wu, he always beat them. When have I ever been beaten so badly?

It's truly a blessing from heaven!

"Who is this young man? His chess skills are so strong, could he be a professional player?"

"Even professional Go players can't beat Lao Wu, right? Lao Wu is a professional 9-dan, a champion!"

"That's a genius! Like Ke Jie!"

The old men chattered amongst themselves, their gazes toward Chen Mo shifting from admiration to shock.

Go is a game that heavily relies on talent; if you don't have the talent, all the practice will be in vain.

Chen Mo is so young yet he can beat Lao Wu, his talent is simply off the charts!

Seeing that the time was almost right, Old Li smiled and smoothed things over:

"Alright, alright, Lao Wu, stop being so stubborn. A loss is a loss!"

He turned to look at Li Shijia, waved to him, and said, "Xiaojia, what brings you here?"

"Grandpa, didn't you want to meet that Dr. Chen?"

Li Shijia pointed at Chen Mo, "That's him!"

Old Li was stunned for a moment, looking at Li Shijia, then at Chen Mo, somewhat incredulous:

"Is he the acupuncturist who saved Xiaoya?"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Li Shijia nodded.

When Old Li looked at Chen Mo again, his gaze was completely different.

Just now, he only regarded Chen Mo as a young man with superb chess skills. He admired him, but that was all.

Now, there's something more in his eyes.

"Young man!"

Old Li looked Chen Mo up and down: "You're the doctor who used acupuncture anesthesia to perform the C-section on Xiaoya?"

"It's me!"

Chen Mo nodded.

"You are so young, yet you possess such medical skills. You are truly a promising young talent!" Old Li exclaimed.

The other old men in the pavilion also realized what was happening.

"Acupuncture anesthesia? Is that even possible? It can't be, can it?"

The old man in the traditional Chinese jacket frowned: "I've lived for over seventy years and have never seen acupuncture used as an anesthetic!"

Another old man nodded in agreement: "Yes, isn't acupuncture just for treating back and leg pain and regulating the body? Can it be done under anesthesia?"

"Xiao Jia, have you been scammed?" The third old man looked at Li Shijia, his voice tinged with doubt.

Just as Li Shijia was about to explain, Old Li spoke up:

"You don't know, acupuncture anesthesia is real!"

Everyone looked at Old Li, their eyes filled with surprise.

Old Li's gaze fell into the distance, his face filled with reminiscence: "I saw it once when I was a teenager fighting the Japanese invaders in the army!"

"That was in Shandong. One of our soldiers was shot, and the bullet got stuck in his bone. We had to remove it!"

"But back then, there was no anesthetic. There was nothing!"

"There was an old military doctor in the army who was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. He took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the soldier's body."

"Then they used a knife to remove the bullet, and the soldier didn't utter a sound the whole time!"

Old Li paused, as if recalling that scene.

"Later I asked that old military doctor what kind of skill this was, and he said it was called acupuncture anesthesia!"

"It's been passed down for thousands of years, but fewer and fewer people know how to do it!"

"I never saw it again after that. Decades have passed, and I thought the craft had been lost. I never expected..."

Old Li didn't say anything more, but everyone understood the meaning behind his words.

The old men in the pavilion looked at each other, and the doubt on their faces subsided considerably.

They will question what Li Shijia and Chen Mo say.

But it's impossible for Old Master Li to make a mistake in his words and actions.

There's no need to deceive them in this regard.

Wu Mingyuan spoke up at this moment, looking at Chen Mo with a hint of curiosity in his eyes:

"Young man, since you're so skilled, why don't you help this old man take a look as well?"

The other old men also became interested and looked at Chen Mo.

They acknowledged Chen Mo's skill level in Go.

They were completely convinced of Wu Mingyuan's skill in the four games.

But medical skills...

They were still somewhat skeptical.

The doctors who come to Da'an Sanatorium are the best experts in the province and even the country.

No matter how good this young man's medical skills are, can he be better than those experts? They didn't quite believe it!

"Of course!"

Chen Mo smiled.

Wu Mingyuan's eyes lit up, and he patted the stone bench next to him: "Sit down and let's talk!"

Chen Mo walked over and sat down next to Wu Mingyuan.

Wu Mingyuan extended his wrist, and Chen Mo placed three fingers on his wrist pulse.

The pavilion fell silent as the old men looked at Chen Mo, waiting for him to speak.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, sensing the subtle changes in his pulse.

The pulse at the cun position is floating and forceful, the pulse at the chi position is deep and thready, and the pulse at the guan position is wiry and slippery. This is a typical pulse pattern of an elderly person.

Deficiency of Qi and blood, insufficiency of liver and kidney, coupled with years of accumulated strain, have led to a number of health problems.

Chen Mo opened his eyes: "Old Wu, you have a good constitution, but you have some chronic illnesses!"

"Your liver is not in good condition. Your transaminase levels have likely been elevated for years. You've taken medication, but it hasn't cured the problem."

"My kidneys aren't very good either; I urinate frequently at night, waking up at least twice a night, and my sleep quality is poor!"

Wu Mingyuan's eyes widened in surprise.

"And your knees, that must be an old problem!"

Chen Mo continued, "The right knee is more serious than the left; there's a meniscus tear, and the ligaments show signs of aging!"

"The pain is severe on rainy days, and even worse in winter."

Wu Mingyuan's mouth gaped open, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"You also have a problem with your cervical spine; there's bone spur here, which is compressing the nerves!"

Chen Mo pointed to the back of his neck: "My right hand sometimes gets numb, especially when I wake up in the morning."

Wu Mingyuan stood there, speechless for a long time.

"You also have mild benign prostatic hyperplasia!"

Chen Mo continued, "I have difficulty urinating, and sometimes I can't completely empty my bladder. This problem has been going on for about five or six years!"