The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 86 Acupuncture

"So, you really have a way to cure my father's illness, sir?" Chu Ruoxian blurted out, unable to contain her excitement.

This guy was clearly excited.

How could you say that in front of his father? What, do you, as his son, really think that your father is doomed to never be a good person?

However, the middle-aged man clearly did not have the extra energy to blame his son for speaking rashly and inappropriately. At this moment, he was actually more nervous than Chu Ruoxian, his eyes fixed on Mo Bai, his heart pounding as he waited for his answer.

Mo Bai glanced at the expressions of the two, but did not immediately speak up to vouch for them. However, his expression did not change much. He said to Chu Ruoxian, "What disease in this world is incurable? All diseases, no matter how severe or mild, complex or simple, can ultimately be treated by addressing the root cause. Your father's illness is the same. Once the root cause is found, the treatment can be carried out accordingly."

Upon hearing this, the father and son suddenly exchanged a glance, and at the same time saw a flash of excitement in each other's eyes.

Regardless of social status, everyone who falls seriously ill experiences the same fear and torment. Especially after many dark times, when one is on the verge of despair, the feeling of suddenly seeing a glimmer of dawn is understandable.

The two of them almost simultaneously let out a long breath, but before they could even ask a question, the young doctor raised his eyes and continued, "However, the four words 'treat the symptoms' are easier said than done. Medicine is a matter of life and death; a slight error can lead to disastrous consequences. Therefore, there are still many people in the world who are deeply afflicted by illness, and even after seeking out many good doctors, they may not be able to find relief."

Uh……

The father and son, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly stiffened again, both of them looking rigid.

This ambiguous, generic statement is practically meaningless.

If it were before, the two would probably have been angry again, but after this ordeal, they showed awe and calmed down.

The middle-aged man stared at Mo Bai for a long time before finally speaking, "Since you have seen this ailment before, sir, you surely are not someone who is completely mistaken!"

Mo Bai smiled, picked up the small bag in his hand, and slowly opened it.

The father and son's gazes immediately fell on the small bag in his hand, and as Mo Bai moved, several silver needles were revealed, gleaming brightly.

"I know I am but a wandering doctor, and even if I speak eloquently, I doubt Your Excellency would believe me. Therefore, I can only say that I am willing to give it a try for Your Excellency's illness, but whether Your Excellency uses me or not is entirely up to Your Excellency's consideration," Mo Bai's voice followed.

The silver needles gleamed, while the ink-white surface remained serene.

Inside the room, the father and son stared at the silver needles, their minds uneasy. He had said the good things and the bad things, and now everything was back to square one—whether or not he would be allowed to treat them.

"Where would you like to insert the needles, sir?" Chu Ruoxian finally couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at the gleaming silver needles, she felt that there was something terrifying in Mo Bai's words.

"Head, atrium!" Mo Bai looked up, but did not look at him. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man and said softly.

Head, atrium!

These two simple parts are undoubtedly the place of life and death.

The atmosphere inside the room fell silent once again.

Chu Ruoxian's face visibly stiffened, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice was dry as he asked, "This, sir... is there any risk?"

Mo Bai smiled and said, "For patients, there are naturally risks involved in puncturing such a vital area."

"And what about you, sir?" The question had barely left his lips when the middle-aged man on the bed, his eyes darting about, suddenly fell silent, his voice low and deep.

Mo Bai turned to look into his eyes, meeting his gaze, his voice remaining unchanged: "To me, there's no part of the human body I can't insert a needle into!"

"A needle can be inserted anywhere!" The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, staring intently into Mo Bai's pupils.

After a long pause, he said, "Very well, then please, sir, perform the procedure for this old man!"

"Father..." Upon hearing this, Chu Ruoxian immediately became anxious and hurriedly tried to stop him.

Mo Bai simply nodded slightly at him, then turned his gaze to Chu Ruoxian: "Young Master Chu, what do you say?"

Chu Ruoxian's lips moved uncertainly, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.

The middle-aged man understood Mo Bai's meaning. He glanced at his son, but this time he did not shout orders as before. Instead, his expression softened slightly, and he turned to Mo Bai and said, "Sir, could you wait a moment? My son and I have a few words to say to each other."

Mo Bai paused slightly, realizing that this was already implying that he was giving his last words.

But in reality, how could it be so serious that it could be a matter of life and death?

However, Mo Bai did not explain anything. After all, it was not impossible for a quack doctor to do so. This father and son were of extraordinary status, and it would be good to leave a deeper impression on them.

After all, there will inevitably be further interactions, and there's nothing wrong with making them respect you more.

Chu Ruo first led him outside and then called over Steward Zhou to take him to see the tea and serve him.

In the living room, Butler Zhou kept glancing at Mo Bai, not expecting that the master would actually agree to treat the young man's illness.

"Steward Zhou, your master seems quite imposing; he must hold an important position in the government!" Mo Bai asked casually while sipping his tea.

"Hmm?" Butler Zhou paused, a hint of suspicion rising in his eyes. Was this young man truly unaware?

"Sir, have you never heard anyone mention my master's identity? Did Miss not mention it to you before either?" Butler Zhou asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am Mingzhu, who arrived just two days ago. I haven't heard anyone mention me yet. I only discussed the illness with Miss Chu, and we didn't talk about anything else." Mo Bai nodded frankly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Steward Zhou couldn't help but think to himself, "Could this doctor really be skilled?"

He thought to himself, "I'll have to tell the young master about this later. Maybe this doctor really isn't a fraud."

He then smiled and said softly, "I see. I assumed you already knew, sir, so I didn't introduce you. I was very rude. My master was previously on duty at the Western District Patrol Division!"

Western District Patrol Division?

Mo Bai picked up his teacup, concealing the slight ripple in his eyes.

He naturally already knew what kind of department this was; it could be said to be the municipal bureau of later generations, no, perhaps even more than that, comparable to the pre-reform district bureau.

Because the patrol and defense bureaus of this era had jurisdiction over more than just public security; they had a wider scope of responsibilities and greater power.

The fact that Tie Xiong's fellow disciples were surrounded by government officials refers to the people under the Patrol Division.

Judging from the grandeur of this mansion, this family must hold a high position within the Western District Patrol Division and are certainly not marginal figures.

A slight glint flashed in Mo Bai's eyes, and his thoughts raced through his mind. He took a sip of tea, and the fluctuations in his eyes gradually subsided. When he raised his head, his expression had returned to calm. He nodded and praised, "No wonder your esteemed master is so imposing. So he holds such a high position and great power. I was indeed a bit presumptuous."

Butler Zhou smiled and said, "Sir, you're too kind. You are a physician, and we're afraid we might neglect you if you come to treat my master. Please forgive us!"

"No, no..." Mo Bai chuckled, his gaze drifting upstairs...

……

in the room.

Chu Ruoxian stood beside the middle-aged man, beads of sweat on her forehead: "Father, we have already sent someone to the capital to invite a renowned doctor, who will arrive soon. Please reconsider!"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, looking at his son with gentle eyes, but sighed softly, "We can't wait any longer. I've been ill for two months, and this lucrative post in the Patrol Division has long been coveted by various factions. Before, with your uncle there, even if I couldn't recover, the position wouldn't fall into someone else's hands. But now, with the Crown Prince's sudden death, the situation in the court has changed drastically. Your uncle, after all, is also part of the Crown Prince's faction, and he's now in a precarious position. It's not peaceful here. Those who came today, you should have noticed. Before, they never dared to interfere in my territory, but today, they came to test my intentions. Clearly, they have ulterior motives. The situation is very troublesome now. If I really can't get up, then the Patrol Division will probably truly leave no place for the Chu family."

"But..." Chu Ruoxian was naturally aware of this, which was why she hadn't allowed Mo Bai to treat her father before.

Regardless, his father lies here, and no one dares to say that he cannot be cured.

If we were to invite this quack doctor to come to our door, it would probably spread quickly that Director Chu was beyond saving and was resorting to quack doctors as a last resort, hoping for the best.

This will further fuel the desire for change within the patrol and defense command.

"No need to say more. I see that this Doctor Bai has quite a presence. However, like your sister, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet his temperament is so outstanding. He speaks and acts without the slightest trace of childishness. His demeanor is something that even I, his father, dare not underestimate, let alone you. He must be an extraordinary person. In this vast world, there are often rumors of extraordinary people. Although his age seems a bit inappropriate, I have consulted many famous doctors in Mingzhu Province. Even the renowned Doctor Zhu could not diagnose my condition in such a short time as he can. Moreover, from beginning to end, I have observed that his expression and demeanor have never wavered. Is this something that can be done at his age? If there is anyone in Mingzhu Province that I dare to test, I am afraid it is only him." The middle-aged man's eyes were deep and serious, clearly not just acting on impulse.

"Let's put it this way, we must give it a try. If... if I really can't get through this, then you should take the whole family and go to your uncle. Don't stay in Mingzhu any longer..." The middle-aged man finished speaking, looked at his son, and said softly.

……

When Mo Bai was invited back, he saw that Chu Ruo's eyes were red and her gaze was unreadable.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad, or whether to be afraid or hateful...

Mo Bai only glanced at it and then stopped paying attention. If he wasn't confident, how could he dare to make a move?

Without needing to say anything more, Mo Bai's expression remained calm as he meticulously disinfected the silver needles.

"Alright, please relax a bit. There's no need to be nervous. You can close your eyes." After finishing his preparations, Mo Bai stood up straight, calmed himself down slightly, and spoke in a calm tone that remained unchanged.

The middle-aged man wasn't as carefree as he seemed; at this moment, he actually dared not close his eyes. He forced himself to suppress his nervousness and said, "Do I really have to close my eyes?"

"It's alright!" Mo Bai smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "Relax!"

Then he said to Chu Ruoxian, "Please help your father loosen his clothes and start acupuncture on his chest."

Chu Ruoxian walked forward with a slight tremor in her body, shakily unbuttoned her father's clothes, and then looked up at Mo Bai, her lips moving slightly, her eyes full of struggle.

"If you wish, please step aside and allow the gentleman to proceed!" the middle-aged man's voice rang out.

Chu Ruoxian finally took two steps back, then bowed deeply to Mo Bai, her voice filled with extreme anxiety as she said, "Sir, I have offended you greatly before. Please forgive me. After you have treated my father, I am willing to apologize and submit to your judgment. I only beg you to be careful..."

Mo Bai glanced back at him but didn't say a word. He simply nodded slightly to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was about to nod in response when his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and he stammered, "Sir, what's wrong with you...?"

Just then, Mo Bai raised his hand, and the middle-aged man suddenly realized that what he held in his hand was not just a silver needle.

Just then, Chu Ruo, who heard his father's voice, looked up. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the young doctor in front of him flash his arm, and then, in his wide-eyed eyes, several silver needles had already pierced his father's heart.

At that moment, Chu Ruoxian felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her brain, her limbs stiffened, and her lips tried to open and close, but she couldn't make a sound.

Is this acupuncture?

This is murder!

However, before he could even think, Mo Bai's hand flashed repeatedly. In just a moment, his hand speed was as fast as a man who had been single for thirty years, to a level that everyone understands.

Most of the small bag of silver needles had been removed, and around the middle-aged man's chest, a dozen or so silver needles of varying depths were now visible.

"Alright!" Mo Bai calmly withdrew his hand, as if he didn't think he had done anything particularly remarkable.

Under the glaring eyes of the father and son, he casually said in a low voice, "Next is the needle insertion on the head. Just relax, it will be quick!"

Very soon?

"You...you..." Chu Ruo suddenly leaped to the bedside to stop Mo Bai: "How...how could you do this..."

He finally came to his senses, but he was still too shocked to utter a complete sentence.

This is the heart! How could this happen? How could this happen?

Hurry up? Who the hell wants to be fast? Are you that fast?

"Is your father alright?" Mo Bai looked at him calmly. "If he doesn't agree, I'll put away my needles and leave!"

"You, me!" Chu Ruoxian pointed at Mo Bai, her face flushed red. The middle-aged man finally looked away from the silver needle in his chest and said in a deep voice, "Ruoxian, do not be rude!"

Hearing his father's voice, he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. He turned around and saw that his father was unharmed.

The middle-aged man was also seeing a burst of divine light at that moment, and the father and son looked at each other, both of them extremely shocked.

Chu Ruo turned around again, looked at Mo Bai, took a deep breath, took two steps back, and bowed once more.

At this moment, realizing what was happening, the two of them knew that the person in front of them was probably not a charlatan, but a true master of medicine!

So divine it inspires awe...

"Sir, I misjudged you. Please forgive me. Once I am able to move again, I will personally apologize to you!" The middle-aged man let out a long sigh.

Mo Bai did not respond, but said softly, "Just now I was only protecting your heart meridian. Next, when I perform acupuncture, you will feel a little numb and itchy. Please bear with it for a moment."

"Alright, sir, there's no need to hesitate. Please proceed!" The middle-aged man was no longer hesitant.

"Young Master Chu, soak the towel in hot water. You can use it to apply a hot compress to your father's face later, and give him a gentle massage!" Mo Bai nodded and then looked at Chu Ruoxian.

"Yes!" Chu Ruoxian replied respectfully.

Mo Bai came to the bedside, holding another silver needle in his hand. This time, he took a deep breath and pricked the acupoints on his head. In his previous life, he would have been fearless, but in this life, he was simply not in good spirits.

However, this time, he must make a breakthrough in Mingzhu no matter what.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes and without the slightest hesitation, the silver needle pierced straight down, and even as Chu Ruoxian's heart pounded wildly, it had already entered his father's mind.

This time, only one needle was used. Mo Bai's eyes were focused, his fingers gently moving the needle tip, and he murmured, "Massage your father!"

Chu Ruo woke up with a start and quickly did as instructed.

The middle-aged man didn't feel anything at first, but after a while, he felt an unbearable numbness and itching on his face, but he endured it because Mo Bai had given him instructions beforehand.

After a while, she began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and a slight throbbing pain started to appear, which became increasingly intense and uncomfortable. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."

Mo Bai's face was covered in fine sweat, but he forced a smile and glanced at the middle-aged man's exposed eyes before slowly pulling out the silver needles.

Suddenly, he staggered and took two steps back, almost falling.

Fortunately, Chu Ruoxian had been paying close attention to Mo Bai's movements. As soon as she saw him lean back, she quickly stood up and helped him up, asking, "Sir, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man on the bed suddenly felt the strange sensation he had just experienced disappear. Instead, his face showed a rare relaxation, and the numbness was gone. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Chu Ruoxian's voice and looked towards Mo Bai.

Seeing that Mo Bai's face was covered in sweat and he was breathing heavily, she exclaimed in surprise, "Sir, what's wrong... Ruoxian, quickly help sir to sit down!"

"No, it's alright!" Mo Bai overcame his exhaustion and was helped to a chair by Chu Ruoxian. He pressed his hand to his chest, and after catching his breath, he looked up at Chu Ruoxian and said, "You can take the towel off your father's face now!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Ruoxian, prioritizing her father above all else, rushed over and removed the towel from his face, only to widen her eyes in disbelief: "Dad, your, your face..."