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

"Xiao Chen, can you let this old man take a look too?"

"Let me go first! I've had high blood pressure for years, and I just can't control it!"

"Your high blood pressure is nothing compared to my diabetes, it's the real problem! I can't even hold my urine anymore, it's driving me crazy!"

The old men were all very anxious.

At their age, even with the best care, they are bound to have some underlying health conditions.

High blood pressure, diabetes, coronary heart disease, arthritis...

These diseases are not life-threatening, but they are very uncomfortable and seriously affect the quality of life.

If possible, everyone would like to get cured.

Chen Mo was surrounded and was struggling to cope.

Just as he was about to speak, Old Li's voice suddenly rang out.

"Don't try to take it from me!"

He stepped forward, blocking Chen Mo's path, glared at the group of old friends, and said irritably:

"My grandson brought Dr. Chen, so I should see him first. I'll fight anyone who tries to take his place!"

The old men were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and curses.

"You old Li, you're too domineering!"

"Exactly, why should you see it first?"

"Didn't you just say you weren't going to see a doctor? Why are you rushing to get one now?"

Old Li ignored them, plopped down on the stone bench, and stretched out his wrist in front of Chen Mo.

"Xiao Chen, ignore them! Come on, let me see first!"

Chen Mo was both amused and exasperated, so he sat down and placed three fingers on Old Li's wrist pulse.

The pulse was deep, slow, and strong, with a regular rhythm, clearly indicating that Mr. Li had a good foundation.

But if you touch it carefully, you can feel a pent-up energy hidden deep in the liver meridian, like a knotted rope.

Just as Chen Mo was about to examine it closely, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

An elderly man in a white coat walked over quickly.

Two young doctors, a man and a woman, followed behind him.

The elderly man was in his early sixties, and his name tag read "Zhao Deming, Chief Physician".

His expression was calm at first, but it changed when he saw Chen Mo treating Old Li.

"What happened?"

Zhao Deming strode into the pavilion, his gaze falling on Chen Mo as he looked him up and down.

Old Li chuckled, "Old Zhao's here? Nothing serious, just a quick check-up by Dr. Chen!"

Zhao Deming frowned: "Old Li, your health is precious. How can you let just anyone from outside treat you?"

Old Li waved his hand: "Dr. Chen isn't an outsider; he was brought by Xiao Jia. He's very skilled, so let him take a look. It's nothing serious!"

Zhao Deming's expression did not soften; he looked at Chen Mo with scrutiny and wariness in his eyes.

"Mr. Li, I am your healthcare physician; I know your health condition best!"

"If you feel unwell, please tell me and I will arrange a check-up for you."

"If you let someone of unknown origin treat you and something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

Old Li frowned slightly, his face showing displeasure: "Old Zhao, you're too tense. It's just a casual look, it's nothing!"

Seeing that Old Li's attitude was firm, Zhao Deming didn't say anything more.

But he didn't leave, keeping a close eye on Chen Mo's hand, like an eagle eyeing its prey.

The meaning in his eyes was clear—you'd better not do anything rash, I'm watching you.

Chen Mo ignored Zhao Deming and continued to take Li Lao's pulse.

And this time.

The young male doctor following behind Zhao Deming kept glancing at Chen Mo's face.

He felt like he'd seen that face somewhere before, that it was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

The young doctor suddenly remembered something, took out his phone from his pocket, opened a doctor's group chat, and scrolled through the chat history.

The young doctor stopped halfway through flipping the pages.

The screen displays a short video with the following title:

"A formal complaint has been filed against Chen Mo, an attending physician at the Municipal Central Hospital, for accepting bribes from patients!"

Click to watch the video.

The video shows a middle-aged woman crying in front of the camera, saying that her mother is seriously ill and that the attending physician, Chen Mo, is implying that they should give her a red envelope (bribe), otherwise he will not treat her properly.

They gave the money, the surgery was performed, but later they discovered that the doctor was not a good doctor at all. He was reported for accepting bribes and had been fired by the hospital.

The video was accompanied by a photo of Chen Mo's work ID.

The young male doctor handed his phone to Zhao Deming and said something in a low voice.

Zhao Deming glanced down at the screen, and when he looked at Chen Mo again, his expression had completely changed.

The scrutiny and vigilance disappeared, replaced by undisguised contempt and disdain.

Receive a red envelope!

I've been reported!

Revoke his/her license!

He was fired from the hospital!

Isn't that just being a scoundrel?

Chen Mo was unaware that his background had been exposed by Zhao Deming, yet he still took his pulse.

After a while, Chen Mo raised his head and looked at Old Li.

"Mr. Li, you have a very good constitution, much stronger than your peers!"

Old Li nodded without saying anything, waiting for him to continue.

"But you have a problem: your liver isn't healthy!"

Chen Mo said, "It's not an organic lesion, but rather a stagnation of liver qi. Over time, this affects the circulation of qi and blood throughout the body."

Do you often feel tightness in your chest, sometimes with a dull ache, but it's not a heart problem, and an electrocardiogram (ECG) doesn't show anything wrong?

"In addition, do you have trouble sleeping, do you sleep restlessly, wake up several times a night, and then can't fall back asleep?"

Old Li's lips moved slightly: "Anything else?"

"besides!"

Chen Mo continued, "Your right hand shakes occasionally, not very badly, but you can feel it when you pick things up!"

"For example, when I hold a cup or chopsticks, my hands tremble slightly."

"Dr. Chen, what you said... is all correct!"

Old Li looked at Li Shijia: "Xiaojia, have you told Dr. Chen about my condition?"

Li Shijia waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, Grandpa, I didn't say anything!"

"Before Mr. Chen came today, he didn't even know what illness you had."

Old Li was taken aback, then looked at Chen Mo: "You diagnosed all of this by taking their pulses?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Old Li took a deep breath, his face showing amazement, shock, disbelief, and a hint of indescribable excitement.

"A miracle doctor! He's truly a miracle doctor! His skills are amazing!"

Old Li sat up straight, his eyes filled with urgency:

"Dr. Chen, now that you've diagnosed it, is there a way to treat it? A complete cure!"

Chen Mo said casually, "It's not a big problem; a few acupuncture needles will cure it!"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Deming sneered.

"A complete cure? Old Li's illness is a globally recognized intractable disease, a multi-system dysfunction caused by liver qi stagnation!"

"We've consulted countless experts and renowned doctors both domestically and internationally, but no one dares to claim a complete cure; they can only manage the symptoms!"

"You think a few simple needle pricks will do the trick? Who do you think you are? Hua Tuo reincarnated? Bian Que reborn?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, Zhao Deming assumed that Chen Mo was feeling guilty, and his mockery deepened.

He turned to Elder Li, his tone becoming serious, as if he were giving an important report:

"Mr. Li, do you know who this person is?"

"What do you mean?"

Old Li was not very happy.

Zhao Deming took the phone from the young male doctor, turned on the screen, and said:

"This person's name is Chen Mo, he's 29 years old, and he was previously an attending physician at the Municipal Central Hospital!"

"Some time ago, I was reported by a patient for accepting bribes, and my medical license was revoked, and I was fired from the hospital!"