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

It truly lives up to its reputation as a special care ward; it's even bigger than a regular apartment.

An elderly man with white hair and a thin face lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in tubes.

Two men and a woman were sitting next to me, dressed elegantly in designer brands, clearly wealthy.

They are Mr. Yang's three children: Yang Jianye, Yang Jianfang, and Yang Jianbang.

Upon seeing Dean Wang enter, Yang Jianye and the other two stood up.

"Dean Wang, you've arrived. Where is that doctor?"

The three men looked past Dean Wang and landed on Chen Mo, but quickly looked away.

Obviously.

They did not believe that this young man was the expert that Dean Wang had invited to treat his father.

Dean Wang pointed to Chen Mo: "This is the expert I invited, Mr. Chen Mo. He can cure Old Master Yang!"

The three looked at Chen Mo again, their faces showing astonishment, which quickly turned into disappointment.

Yang Jianfang looked Chen Mo up and down, then frowned and said:

"Dean Wang, are you sure you're not joking? This is the expert you were talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Dean Wang's face fell slightly: "President Yang, Ms. Yang, I have personally witnessed Mr. Chen's medical skills!"

"Stomach cancer, mid-to-late stage, cured in seven days with acupuncture!"

"The tumor has completely disappeared, without a trace!"

"He can easily cure such illnesses, so treating Grandpa Yang's hemiplegia is not difficult."

Can acupuncture cure stomach cancer?

Yang Jianfang scoffed, her face full of disbelief: "Dean Wang, although we don't understand medicine, we're not three-year-olds."

"We know exactly what stomach cancer is!"

"You believe a few acupuncture needles can cure it?"

Yang Jianye picked up where his sister left off, saying, "Dean Wang, we didn't mean anything by it."

"However, you're a seasoned expert; you should know what stroke-induced hemiplegia means!"

"There is no specific cure in the world; recovery can only be achieved through rehabilitation training."

"You found an acupuncturist who claims he can cure my father? Isn't that a pipe dream?"

"If something goes wrong, who will be responsible? You will be responsible, or will he?"

Upon hearing this, Dean Wang's face turned extremely ugly:

"Gentlemen, I, Wang Deming, have worked in the medical system for over thirty years. When have I ever joked about the safety of patients?"

"I have personally witnessed, heard, and verified Mr. Chen's medical skills!"

"If you don't believe me, you don't have to use it, but please don't question my professional judgment!"

Yang Jianfang curled her lip, scoffing at those words.

Yang Jianye and Yang Jianbang didn't say anything, but their faces were full of disbelief, and they didn't believe it at all.

Dean Wang sighed and looked at Chen Mo: "Mr. Chen, they don't understand your abilities, that's why they said such things!"

"Please prioritize the patient's well-being and don't take it to heart!"

"No need!"

After saying that, Chen Mo turned and left.

He came here to get treatment, not to eat shit.

They've thrown shit in his face; if he eats it, he'd be incredibly despicable!

Yang Jianye and the other two were stunned. Looking at Chen Mo's back, none of them expected him to leave so decisively.

Dean Wang panicked and took two steps after him, pleading, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, please don't..."

Chen Mo stopped in his tracks:

"Dean Wang, I promised you I'd treat one patient a week, and I honor that promise. But I also have my own rules!"

"First, I don't ask for favors!"

"If the patient's family trusts me, I will treat them; if they don't, then they'll seek out someone else!"

"second--"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then said, "I have a bad temper. Whether I treat patients or not depends entirely on my mood!"

"I'm in a bad mood today and don't want to get treatment!"

Upon hearing this, before Dean Wang could say anything, Yang Jianfang became agitated and angrily rebuked him:

"What kind of attitude is this? You're just a lowly doctor, what are you pretending to be?"

"Let me tell you, it's your honor to be able to treat my father's illness, don't be ungrateful!"

"Idiot!"

After saying that, Chen Mo left the ward.

Dean Wang stood there, his expression incredibly interesting.

There was anger, embarrassment, helplessness, and a burning pain of being slapped in the face.

He looked at the three Yang siblings, took a deep breath, and his anger barely contained:

"Mr. Yang, do you know who we just chased away?"

"Mr. Chen's medical skills are the best I've ever seen in my life, without a doubt!"

"You think he's too young? You think he uses acupuncture?"

"The cesarean section of the young mistress of the Li family was administered by him with just a few injections of anesthesia; the entire process was painless, and both mother and child are safe!"

"He's the only one who can cure your father's illness! The only one! This is not an exaggeration!"

"You can distrust me, fine, but don't say I didn't tell you, Old Yang's life was ruined by your own actions!"

After saying that, Dean Wang ignored the three Yang siblings and turned to chase after Chen Mo.

"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen! Please wait!"

Chen Mo stopped.

Dean Wang rushed over: "Mr. Chen, what happened today was my fault!"

"I should have communicated with your family beforehand; you shouldn't have had to suffer like this!"

Chen Mo shook his head: "It's none of your business. I'm going back now. Contact me if you need anything."

Dean Wang opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him to stay.

But seeing Chen Mo's expression, he knew that saying anything now would be useless, so he could only nod.

"Alright, Mr. Chen, thank you for making the trip today. I'll treat you to dinner another day as an apology!"

"Need not!"

……

Renai Hospital.

Special care ward.

Wu Mingyuan carried a fruit basket and pushed open the door to enter the ward.

He and Lao Yang were comrades-in-arms and had known each other for decades.

Since Lao Yang fell ill, he has visited him every few days, and he came to visit again today.

The three Yang siblings sat on the sofa next to the hospital bed, their expressions not very good.

"Jianye, Jianfang, are you two siblings here?" Wu Mingyuan asked with a smile.

The three Yang siblings were taken aback and stood up.

"Old Wu?"

Yang Jianye stood up first, the gloom on his face dissipating somewhat. "What brings you here?"

Wu Mingyuan placed the fruit basket on the coffee table, glanced at the old man on the hospital bed, and sighed.

"Old Yang hasn't woken up yet, I'm worried about him. How is he? Is he feeling any better?"

Yang Jianye shook his head: "Still the same old story, he can't move his right side and can't speak!"

"He's been in the ICU for a month, we've tried everything, but there's been no improvement!"

Wu Mingyuan sat down on the sofa and looked down at the patient.

After a while.

Wu Mingyuan looked away from the patient and asked, "I just heard you all cursing this hospital. What exactly happened?"

Yang Jianfang had been holding in her anger for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back anymore:

"Uncle Wu, tell me, these doctors these days are all so unreliable!"

"That Dean Wang invited some kind of expert today, saying he can cure my dad's illness!"

"When we took a look, we were shocked. He was not even thirty years old and didn't even have an expert title."

"We asked them a few more questions, and they just turned around and left. What kind of attitude is that?"

Yang Jianbang added, "They say they can use acupuncture. Acupuncture to treat stroke? I've lived for over forty years and I've never heard of it!"

After listening to their explanation, Wu Mingyuan said, "Being young doesn't mean one's medical skills are lacking!"

"I recently met a doctor who was also very young, not even thirty!"

"Looks similar to that expert you guys were talking about... but his medical skills... tsk!"