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

After half an hour.

The three arrived at a quiet alley in the new district.

The alley was narrow, and the walls on both sides were covered with vines.

The red bricks and gray tiles exude a sense of the passage of time.

At the end of the alley stood a quiet courtyard, from which faint voices could be heard.

Li Shijia got out of the car and opened the door for Chen Mo, saying, "Mr. Chen, please!"

"please!"

The three of them walked into the courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard stands an old locust tree, its canopy spreading out like a large umbrella, shading half the courtyard.

A stone table was placed under the tree, with tea sets on it, and four people sat around the stone table.

There were two elderly people, a tall woman, and a doctor in a white coat.

"Why are they here?"

Chen Mo looked at one of the elderly men and let out a soft exclamation.

The old man had a full head of white hair, a thin face, and was wearing a dark blue Tang suit.

It was the same old man who had suffered a heart attack and was saved by him at the entrance of the antique market that day.

A young girl, wearing a light pink dress, sat next to the old man who had suffered a heart attack.

She was the girl who cried and begged him to save her grandfather that day.

A middle-aged doctor wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses sat opposite the girl.

Besides the three of them, there was also an old man.

The old man looked to be in his early eighties, with deep wrinkles on his face, but he was still in fairly good spirits.

His right hand was constantly shaking, especially when he picked up the teacup, the tea would shake violently, a typical sign of Parkinson's syndrome.

"Grandpa!"

Li Shijia stepped forward and greeted the elderly man with Parkinson's disease.

"Xiao Jia's here? Jiang Tao, you're here too?"

The elderly man with Parkinson's disease put down his teacup, smiled, and looked at Chen Mo behind Li Shijia. "And this is?"

Just as Li Shijia was about to introduce him, the elderly man who had suffered a heart attack suddenly stood up, his voice filled with surprise and joy:

"You...you're that young man! That day at the antique market...you're the one who saved me!"

The girl in the dress recognized Chen Mo and immediately stood up, staring at him and shouting:

"It really is you! We've been looking for you for so long! Ever since you left that day, we've been searching for you, wanting to thank you in person, but we just couldn't find you..."

Chen Mo smiled slightly, his attitude gentle: "Grandpa, how is your recovery going?"

"Okay, okay!"

The elderly man who had suffered a heart attack nodded repeatedly, very excited.

"If it weren't for you that day, I would have lost my life. You're my savior!"

The elderly man with Parkinson's disease, Li Shijia's maternal grandfather, named Zhou Yuanshan, was somewhat surprised upon seeing this and said:

"Old Qin, is this young man the doctor you mentioned... who saved you with acupuncture?"

"That's him!"

The elderly man who had suffered a heart attack nodded vigorously: "Old Zhou, the day I told you about it, at the entrance of the antique market, I had a heart attack!"

"It was this young man who pulled me back from the brink of death with just a few silver needles!"

The elderly man who had suffered a heart attack looked at Chen Mo and asked excitedly, "Young man, what's your name?"

"My name is Qin Shouye, and this is my granddaughter, Qin Wanqing!"

"We've been looking for you, wanting to come and thank you, but we can't find you anywhere."

"Chen Mo!"

Chen Mo explained.

"Okay, okay!"

Qin Shouye said "good" several times and held Chen Mo's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Zhou Yuanshan's gaze lingered on Chen Mo for a few seconds before turning to Li Shijia: "Xiaojia, do you know this Dr. Chen?"

Li Shijia nodded, his tone filled with respect:

"Grandpa, this Mr. Chen is the doctor I mentioned to you, the one who used acupuncture anesthesia to perform the C-section on Xiaoya!"

"I invited him here today so that you could take a look."

Zhou Yuanshan paused for a moment, then smiled, but the smile was somewhat bitter. He waved his hand.

"Xiaojia, you've put in a lot of effort, it hasn't been in vain, but Grandpa knows the extent of his illness!"

"Parkinson's disease is incurable! We've seen countless experts both domestically and internationally, but it's all the same. Don't bother Dr. Chen!"

Li Shijia scoffed, "Grandpa, Mr. Chen is no ordinary quack!"

"I believe Mr. Chen can definitely cure you!"

"Old Zhou!"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "There's no rush to treat the illness!"

"Now that I'm here, I should at least get a proper diagnosis."

Zhou Yuanshan hesitated for a moment, then the doctor in the white coat next to him put down his teacup and said:

"Mr. Zhou is right. Parkinson's disease is a neurodegenerative disease, and there is currently no cure in the world!"

"Whether it's acupuncture or traditional Chinese medicine, at most they can relieve some symptoms and improve the quality of life, but to say they can cure it..."

"Even if Hua Tuo were reborn or Bian Que were reincarnated, they couldn't do it; there's absolutely no need to take a pulse."

Li Shijia looked at the doctor in the white coat, his brows furrowing slightly: "May I ask who you are?"

Qin Shouye introduced, "Xiao Jia, this is Zhao Hongbo, the president of Haicheng First People's Hospital!"

"He's widely recognized as the top doctor in Haicheng, specializing in nervous system diseases, and he's famous throughout the country!"

"I invited him here today so that I could show him to Lao Zhou."

Li Shijia nodded: "So it's Dean Zhao!"

"However, Dean Zhao, Mr. Chen's medical skills are unparalleled in my life. Just because others can't do something doesn't mean he can't."

Zhao Hongbo smiled slightly and said dismissively:

"Young Master Li, I just overheard Elder Qin mentioning a few words about Mr. Chen!"

"Acupuncture anesthesia... to be honest, it's a legend in medical history, completely fictitious!"

"There has never been a definitive record of acupuncture anesthesia in formal medical literature!"

"As for acupuncture curing intractable diseases like chronic leg pain, high blood pressure, and coronary heart disease..."

Zhao Hongbo scoffed, "I have a background in Western medicine, but I also have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture does have certain effects in relieving pain and regulating bodily functions, which is internationally recognized!"

"However... to say that acupuncture can cure hypertension, diabetes, and coronary heart disease goes against common medical sense!"

"The pathological mechanisms of these diseases are extremely complex, involving functional disorders of multiple systems throughout the body; they cannot be resolved with just a few acupuncture needles!"

"If it were really as you say, that a few acupuncture needles could cure it, then all the medical research institutions in the world could close down!"

At this point, Zhao Hongbo paused, then continued:

"Mr. Chen, I'm not saying this to target you personally. I just feel that medicine is a science, and it requires evidence!"

"Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it must withstand scrutiny!"

"Overly glorifying a certain treatment not only violates medical ethics but also goes against the original intention of scientists."

Li Shijia's expression darkened slightly: "Does Dean Zhao mean that I'm talking nonsense?"

Zhao Hongbo quickly waved his hand, his smile remaining unchanged:

"Young Master Li, there's no need to be angry. I'll say it again: everything must be based on science, and medicine especially so!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine, passed down from our ancestors, may have some merits, but it should not be excessively praised, much less deified!"

"This violates a doctor's medical ethics and also goes against the original intention of scientific workers."

Li Shijia's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and he wanted to continue arguing, but Chen Mo raised his hand to stop him.

"Dean Zhao, there's something you said that I completely agree with... Treating illness requires science, and science... places the most emphasis on facts!"

Chen Mo looked at Zhao Hongbo and said calmly, "So, let's let the facts speak for themselves!"

Zhao Hongbo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly:

"Mr. Chen, how would you like to present the facts?"

Chen Mo said calmly, "What's fake can't become real, and what's real can't become fake. Whether acupuncture can cure Parkinson's disease, you'll know once you try it!"

"Mr. Zhou, give me your hand, let me take your pulse!"

"Oh well!"