The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Ming King Was Actually Illiterate

Inner Temple.

As Mo Bai sat upright before the Empress, listening to her pulse, everyone, including the palace maids and the old maid beside the Empress, couldn't help but fix their gazes on Mo Bai with somewhat strange expressions.

Mo Bai's eyes were half-open, half-closed, his expression calm and composed, and his demeanor extremely steady, making him an image of a medical master that was truly impossible to ignore.

Even the Empress couldn't help but laugh at this moment. Her son was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face and still a childish appearance, yet he was putting on this act. At first glance, it was quite intimidating and rather comical.

Whether you believe it or not, the key point is that even looking at it is awkward.

In any world, medicine is always an industry where experience is extremely important, and the reputation of a renowned doctor is often that the older they are, the more reassuring they become.

However, no one dared to laugh at the King of Ming. Even the Queen was delighted to see her son's composed demeanor.

Actually, Mo Bai didn't know that for the Empress, he was an unresolved knot in her heart.

Back then, they had no choice but to send him to live with the common people. However, more than ten years passed. When they finally found him again, he was illiterate, incapable of martial arts, and had an unruly and unacceptable nature, which was extremely disappointing.

As his birth mother, how could the Empress not be worried? So she became increasingly strict with him. But after two years, the boy still hadn't amounted to anything, and his temperament had only gotten worse.

This made the Empress feel guilty for not being able to raise the child herself, which led to the child developing such a terrible state among the common people. As a result, she harbored strong resentment towards the family that raised her.

However, today, seeing her son display a serious, composed, and steady demeanor that he had never shown since his return, how could the Empress not feel joy in her heart?

She didn't care whether he was truly capable or not. As long as he could become a man, the Empress was overjoyed. She didn't interrupt him, but stared at Mo Bai, her smile growing deeper.

However, everyone thought that the King of Light was just putting on an act, since no one believed that he could actually see anything.

However, to everyone's surprise, once the King of Light adopted this posture, it never stopped.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes had gone by.

Mo Bai remained motionless, maintaining his aloof demeanor.

As the night deepened, the crowd's initial curiosity waned, and a look of helplessness began to appear on the old palace maid's face.

After all, at this point, it would be inconvenient for the prince to linger any longer!

She wanted to speak up and remind her, but seeing the Empress staring at her son with a smile, showing no sign of impatience, she hesitated to speak.

She sighed inwardly and looked at Ming Wang again. To be honest, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his fingers as he took her pulse, she probably would have thought he was asleep.

"Alright!" Just as he was feeling worried, he suddenly heard the voice of the King of Light.

Slightly startled, she saw that the King had already raised his hand to take her pulse, and his eyes were open. His face remained perfectly calm, as if nothing had happened, as he looked up at the Queen.

The Empress slowly regained her senses, withdrew her hand, and placed it in front of her lower abdomen. A smile still played on her lips as she looked at Mo Bai with gentle eyes, and softly said, "I wonder if my son has been able to find the root cause of the problem and devise a good remedy?"

It was obvious that he was speaking with a smile and not seriously.

In truth, no one in the entire hall took it seriously, but who would have thought that the Ming King seemed not to have finished pretending? Still maintaining a composed demeanor, he stood up, bowed to the Empress, and said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, your son still wishes to see the old wounds from years ago!"

"Hmm?" The Empress was taken aback, seemingly surprised that he actually meant it so seriously, and also seemed astonished by his words.

Before the Empress could say anything, the old palace maid's expression immediately changed, and she said, "Your Highness, how can you speak such nonsense?"

Mo Bai was stunned when she stopped him. He turned around and looked directly at the old palace maid, only to see that the old palace maid's eyes were full of sternness and even a hint of anger.

In an instant, Mo Bai realized what had gone wrong, but couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: "When it comes to healing and saving lives, there has never been a distinction between men and women."

It was obvious that the injury was in a place inconvenient to observe, which was why the old palace maid reacted that way. Turning his head, Mo Bai bowed deeply to the Empress: "Mother, please forgive my rudeness..."

"Alright, my son, your mother knows your filial piety. It's getting late, and we'll be leaving tomorrow. The journey will be tiring, and your injuries haven't healed yet, so go back and rest early!" The Empress's gentle voice rang out.

Having already decided to act, how could Mo Bai give up halfway? He still asked in a deep voice, "Mother, may I ask again, is the injury here?"

Although he could not examine the Empress's injuries, he could use his own body as an analogy, pressing his fingers on his left lower back, three inches below his ribs.

The Empress glanced at the spot where Mo Bai was pointing, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then turned to the old palace maid with a smile and said, "Why are you telling him all this?"

The old palace maid was also looking at the spot Mo Bai was pointing to when she heard the Empress's reprimand, but she paused in surprise.

A memory of her previous conversation with Mo Bai flashed through her mind, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't mentioned the location of her injury, only that she had been struck by a palm. But for a moment, she couldn't be sure if she had said that, so she could only bow to the Empress and say, "This old servant has spoken out of turn, please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Mo Bai was too lazy to explain. It was getting late, so he said in a deep voice, "Mother, do you have the prescription that the alchemist used for you before? Could you please bring it to me so I can see it?"

"My son, do you really intend to prescribe medicine for your mother?" The Empress laughed even more.

Mo Bai smiled: "Your Majesty, I have happened to see this ailment before, and I have seen a highly skilled physician treat it and find a cure. Previously, I thought that there were countless famous doctors in the palace, so they must not be incompetent, and therefore I did not offer any advice to Your Majesty. But now that Your Majesty is about to depart for Mingzhu, I must find out the truth for Your Majesty no matter what!"

"My son has made great progress!" Seeing Mo Bai's composed demeanor, which was indeed quite different from before, the Empress was in a better mood and smiled, "Good, your mother will look forward to you prescribing medicine for me in the future. However, since you have this intention, you should study hard to learn to read. Otherwise, how will you prescribe medicine for your mother?"

"Huh?" Mo Bai was immediately dumbfounded: "Mother, how could your son not know how to read?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the calligraphy works on the walls of the inner hall.

It is undoubtedly Chinese characters, just in traditional form!

"Could it be that this Ming King was illiterate before? He is, after all, a royal Ming King, how could he be like this?" Mo Bai looked at the rows of calligraphy and was speechless.

In fact, he had never been aware of this issue. The main reason was that when he woke up, he heard Zhang Bangli talking to that alchemist in Chinese, and there were also many calligraphic works in the bedroom, so he had no concept of whether he could read or not.

When he saw this scene, he wondered what era in China he had been born in.

"What? Could it be that my son has already learned all the characters? Why haven't you told your mother yet?" The Empress, upon hearing his words, was indeed delighted and stared at him as she asked.

"Your subject has already learned to read!" Mo Bai had no choice but to respond in this way.

Because I will need to write a prescription soon, and I have only just learned all the characters, how can I write a prescription and prescribe medicine?

This is something that cannot be clearly explained.

Upon hearing this, the hall immediately fell silent.

The Empress stared intently at Mo Bai, her smile slowly fading, and said in a deep voice, "Oh? You already know how to read? Then tell your mother, my son, just how early exactly?"