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

Wu Mingyuan sighed, "You all know about my old rheumatism."

Yang Jianye nodded. Uncle Wu and their father were close friends, and the two families had a very good relationship.

They were well aware of Uncle Wu's chronic leg pain.

For thirty years, I've been in so much pain on cloudy days that I can't walk. I've seen so many doctors, but nothing has helped.

"They just took my pulse, inserted a few needles, just a few needles, and my leg stopped hurting!"

Wu Mingyuan gestured with his hands a few times: "It's been almost ten days now, and I haven't felt any pain even once!"

"It doesn't hurt on cloudy days, it doesn't hurt on rainy days, and I walk exactly the same as when I was young!"

"That's not all!"

Wu Mingyuan continued, "Old Li has been suffering from liver qi stagnation for over ten years. He can't sleep well, can't eat, and feels a tightness in his chest."

"They gave Old Li a few acupuncture treatments, and he immediately said his chest tightness was gone. After that, he ate well, slept soundly, and felt younger!"

As the three siblings listened, their expressions shifted from doubt to shock, and then from shock to disbelief.

"And there's Lao Liu's high blood pressure, Lao Sun's diabetes, Lao Zhou's coronary heart disease, Lao Wang's arthritis..."

Wu Mingyuan sighed, "He cured them all with acupuncture. In just one morning, seven old men with seven different illnesses were all cured!"

The ward was quiet.

It was so quiet you could hear the beeping of the cardiac monitor.

Yang Jianye swallowed, his throat feeling dry.

"Uncle Wu, what you said is amazing! By the way, what's this doctor's name?"

"Chen Mo!"

Wu Mingyuan said, "You could give Lin Qingyin's husband a try!"

Upon hearing this name, the three Yang siblings' expressions changed.

"Chen Mo?"

Yang Jianye stood up, his voice somewhat hurried, "Uncle Wu, are you sure his name is Chen Mo?"

Wu Mingyuan was confused by their reactions and asked, somewhat bewildered:

"Of course I'm sure. How could I possibly get something like this wrong? What's wrong? Do you know him?"

The three siblings exchanged a glance, their expressions turning somewhat grim.

Yang Jianye took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Wu, the expert that Dean Wang just invited is also named Chen Mo."

Wu Mingyuan was taken aback.

"He's not even thirty yet, and he knows acupuncture. Director Wang said he can cure my dad's illness!"

Yang Jianye gave a wry smile: "We...we didn't believe it!"

"What did you say?"

Wu Mingyuan slammed his hand on the coffee table, stood up abruptly, pointed at the three of them, and was so angry he couldn't speak:

"The expert you kicked out, was it Dr. Chen?"

"Uncle Wu, please don't get agitated!" Yang Jianye said repeatedly.

How could I not be excited?!

Wu Mingyuan angrily retorted, "Do you know who you drove away? That was the person who could have saved your father's life!"

"Look what you've done!"

Yang Jianye's face flushed red: "Uncle Wu, we didn't mean it, we just thought he was too young—"

"So what if you're young?"

Wu Mingyuan, exasperated, retorted angrily, "They relied on their skills, not their age!"

"After all these years of navigating the business world, don't you understand the principle of not judging a book by its cover?"

Yang Jianfang whispered, "Uncle Wu, we didn't know he was the one you were talking about!"

"You don't know?"

Wu Mingyuan was even more furious: "I think you're all just used to being high and mighty, and your eyes are practically glued to the sky!"

"So much so that even if a true master stood before you, you would all be blind and utterly ignorant!"

The three Yang siblings were so scolded that they couldn't utter a single word, their faces turning redder than the last.

Yang Jianye was the first to react: "Uncle Wu, we were blind, it was our fault!"

"Could you please help us contact Mr. Chen?"

"We want to apologize to him and ask him to come back."

Wu Mingyuan glared at him, took a few deep breaths, and was about to speak when the ward door was pushed open.

Dean Wang walked in, saw Wu Mingyuan, and was taken aback: "Professor Wu? You're here too?"

Yang Jianye quickly stepped forward: "Dean Wang, what happened just now was our fault!"

"We would like to ask you to help us contact Mr. Chen. We want to apologize to him and ask him to come back to treat my father's illness."

Dean Wang gave a wry smile: "Now you know you regret it? Sorry, it's too late!"

He shook his head, his tone a mixture of resentment and helplessness:

"Mr. Yang, it took a lot of effort for Mr. Chen to agree to treat your father's illness."

"But you didn't believe him and even drove him away. I've completely lost face today!"

He had long wanted to invite Chen Mo to work at the hospital, but Chen Mo refused, so he had to settle for treating one patient a week.

Chen Mo agreed.

As it turned out, something went wrong with the very first patient, and now Dean Wang is contemplating violence.

Yang Jianye said apologetically, "Dean Wang, it was our fault. Could you please...?"

"I'll give it a try!"

Dean Wang sighed, "But I can't guarantee whether Mr. Chen will be willing to come back!"

"Great! Thank you, Dean Wang!" Yang Jianye said gratefully.

Dean Wang took out his phone, found Chen Mo's number, dialed it, and the call was answered.

"Mr. Chen!"

Dean Wang's voice was somewhat cautious, "It's me, Wang Deming!"

"Dean Wang, what's the matter?" Chen Mo replied.

Dean Wang forced a smile and said, "Mr. Chen, the patient's family has already acknowledged their mistake regarding what just happened!"

"They want to apologize to you and ask you to come back!"

"No!"

Chen Mo's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Dean Wang panicked: "Mr. Chen, the patient's condition is very serious. If it weren't for you..."

"Dean Wang!"

Chen Mo's voice was calm, yet brooked no argument: "I promised you, one patient a week!"

"But as I've said before, I have my rules. I absolutely will not treat people I don't want to treat!"

"And that patient I just treated, I really don't want to treat!"

Done.

Chen Mo hung up the phone.

Dean Wang looked at his phone, his expression complex, and sighed, "Mr. Chen refused."

Yang Jianfang was somewhat annoyed: "How could he do this? We've already apologized!"

"Does an apology help?"

Dean Wang looked at her and said, "Ms. Yang, Mr. Chen is not short of money, doesn't care about fame, and doesn't ask for favors!"

"Do you think you can get this kind of person back with just a few apologies?"

Yang Jianfang was speechless for a long time.

Yang Jianye frowned: "Dean Wang, could we think of another way?"

"You're on good terms with him, so please put in a good word for us!"

"General Manager Yang!"

Dean Wang interrupted him, "As I just said, Mr. Chen is not short of money, does not seek fame, and does not ask for favors!"

"It's a favor if he comes; it's his right not to!"

"If you're so capable, figure it out yourselves. I'm out of ideas!"

Yang Jianfang retorted with dissatisfaction, "It's just a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, what's so great about it?"

"Shut up!"

Wu Mingyuan turned and glared at Yang Jianfang: "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to Dr. Chen like that?"

"Just because you have a little money doesn't mean you can control the world."

Yang Jianfang shrank back at the shout, looking at Uncle Wu in disbelief.

Wu Mingyuan stood up: "Let me tell you, whether you can bring Dr. Chen back or not is your business!"

"But if you speak ill of him behind his back, don't blame me, Wu Mingyuan, for turning my back on you!"

After saying that, he grabbed the fruit basket from the coffee table, turned around and left.

He walked to the door of the ward, then stopped and looked back at his old comrade-in-arms on the hospital bed:

"Old Yang, you're really lucky to have such wonderful children, huh!"