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

The pavilion fell completely silent. The old men looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

Wu Mingyuan was the first to react: "Your blood pressure went down? It went down after just a few acupuncture needles?"

"Your heart rate is normal now?"

"Wasn't Old Li's heart rate always a bit fast? This...this is too amazing!"

Zhao Deming looked at the numbers on the blood pressure monitor, then at Old Li's face, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The two young doctors standing behind him had their eyes wide open like saucers, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

They had studied medicine for over a decade and worked at a top-tier hospital for five years, and had never seen anything like it before.

A few silver needles cured a chronic ailment that had lasted for over a decade?

Leaving a big spectrum!

Old Li stood up, stretched his body, and sighed:

"There are always things beyond our understanding, and there are always people more capable than us. The knowledge and skills passed down from our ancestors are not necessarily inferior to Western medicine!"

"It's just that later generations haven't grasped the essence of it."

Zhao Deming's face turned even redder, and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.

He wanted to argue back, but the facts were right in front of him, and he didn't know how to refute them.

Seeing this, the other old men could no longer restrain themselves.

"Dr. Chen, it's my turn! It's my turn!"

The old man wearing a traditional Chinese jacket was the first to rush forward:

"My high blood pressure is even worse than Mr. Li's. Can you see if you can treat it? Please!"

"Me first! Me first!"

An elderly man wearing glasses squeezed through the crowd. "I have diabetes and have been taking insulin for years. Do you know if there's anything you can do?"

"Don't push! Let me go first! I've had coronary heart disease for over ten years!"

"What's the rush? My arthritis is worse than yours!"

The pavilion was in complete chaos, with several old men scrambling to get close to Chen Mo, none of them giving way to the others, completely abandoning their usual composure.

Chen Mo was surrounded in the middle, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Gentlemen, please be patient. We'll take turns. Everyone gets a share; no one will escape!"

Old Li couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, everyone line up properly. If anyone tries to take a turn, Dr. Chen will have to see someone else first!"

These words were more effective than anything else; the old men immediately quieted down and lined up on their own.

The old man in the traditional Chinese jacket was examined first. His surname was Liu, and his problem was high blood pressure, over 180 degrees Celsius, which he had been controlling with medication.

Chen Mo took his pulse and inserted a needle into each of the following acupoints: Neiguan on his wrist, Taichong on the back of his foot, and Baihui on the top of his head.

Ten minutes later, Old Liu's expression changed.

"It seems... my dizziness has subsided? I used to always feel like there was something heavy pressing down on my head, but that's gone now!"

Chen Mo finished the injection and told him to have his blood pressure checked. Zhao Deming measured the old man's blood pressure, which was 135/88.

Old Liu stared at the numbers on the blood pressure monitor for a long time, then exclaimed in surprise:

"Dr. Chen, your skills... are absolutely amazing!"

The second one is an old man wearing glasses, surnamed Sun.

I've had diabetes for over ten years, and despite daily insulin injections, my blood sugar is still out of control.

After taking his pulse, Chen Mo inserted several needles into the Yishu acupoint on his back, the Zusanli acupoint on his leg, and the Rangu acupoint on his foot.

After the acupuncture was finished, Old Sun felt warm all over and broke out in a light sweat. He then had his blood sugar checked.

Two hours after the meal, the level dropped from the usual 15 to 9.

"This...how is this possible?" Zhao Deming stared at the numbers on the blood glucose meter, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The third person was an elderly man with coronary heart disease, surnamed Zhou.

Chen Mo inserted needles into his Neiguan and Tanzhong acupoints, as well as the Xinshu and Jueyinshu acupoints on his back.

Twenty minutes later, Old Zhou said that his chest pain had subsided and his breathing was smooth again.

An electrocardiogram showed significant improvement in the ST segment.

The fourth was an old man with arthritis, surnamed Wang.

Chen Mo inserted a ring of needles around his knee, similar to the ones he had just given Wu Mingyuan.

Old Wang stood up and took a few steps, tears streaming down his face: "My leg has been hurting for twenty years, but today it finally doesn't hurt anymore!"

One by one.

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

Chen Mo took their pulses, inserted needles, and removed the needles one by one.

Zhao Deming stood to the side, watching silently, his expression changing from shock to numbness.

He had practiced medicine for forty years and had never seen such medical skills before.

Do not!

This is not medicine!

That's incredible skill!

The young male and female doctors stood behind him, both dumbfounded and speechless.

They had studied medicine for so many years and never knew that a few silver needles could cure so many diseases.

This is utterly mind-blowing! It overturns their understanding! It completely shatters what they've learned!

By the time Chen Mo finished giving the last old man acupuncture, it was already noon, and the sun was high in the sky.

Several old men were stretching their bodies, all smiles, like a group of children.

Wu Mingyuan grasped Chen Mo's hand, his face beaming with smiles:

"Dr. Chen, I heard you got divorced?"

Chen Mo was taken aback.

Wu Mingyuan didn't wait for his answer and continued:

"I have a granddaughter, she's twenty-six this year, very beautiful, well-educated, gentle and virtuous, a perfect match for you. Shall I arrange for you two to meet sometime?"

Before Chen Mo could speak, Old Liu pushed Wu Mingyuan aside and grabbed Chen Mo's arm:

"Old Wu, get out of my way! I've met your granddaughter; she's spoiled rotten. Can she manage a household?"

"Dr. Chen, listen to me! My granddaughter is only twenty-five. She's capable, beautiful, and has a great personality. You two are a match made in heaven!"

"Stop arguing, both of you!"

Old Sun chimed in, "My granddaughter is twenty-four, a medical school graduate, and now a resident at Peking Union Medical College Hospital!"

"Dr. Chen, you're a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and she's a doctor of Western medicine. You have so much in common! You two are truly kindred spirits!"

"My granddaughter!"

"My granddaughter!"

"My niece!"

The old men argued heatedly, each refusing to give in.

Chen Mo was surrounded in the middle, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Gentlemen, I'm already married!"

"get married?"

Wu Mingyuan looked incredulous: "Impossible. I heard you just got divorced not long ago, how could you get married again so quickly?"

"That's right! Dr. Chen, you're not lying to us!" Old Liu chimed in.

Chen Mo gave a wry smile: "We really got married, just a few days ago!"

The old men looked at each other, still not believing it.

Wu Mingyuan persisted, "Who did you marry? Which family's daughter is she? Tell me!"

Li Shijia glanced at Chen Mo and answered for him, "It's the eldest daughter of the Lin family, Lin Qingyin!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the old men changed simultaneously; they frowned and their smiles vanished.

"That girl is really good. I've met her a few times; she's capable and has guts..."

Wu Mingyuan said with a hint of regret, "But the Lin family... well, they're not that great!"

Old Liu clicked his tongue: "What a pity, what a pity! Such a fine young man, how did he end up marrying into the Lin family?"

Old Sun shook his head: "Anyone who gets involved in the Lin family's mess is doomed!"

The other old men didn't speak, but their expressions conveyed roughly the same meaning.

Chen Mo was secretly surprised.

He knew these old men were no ordinary people, but why did they look down on the Lin family so much? What exactly had the Lin family done?

Although Chen Mo was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions.

These things can be asked of Lin Qingyin or Li Shijia later; it's not appropriate to ask them in front of these old men now.