Chapter 5

A red Audi A8 slowly drove out of Yixin Garden, with three people inside, heading to the hospital. What surprised Mo Wen was that the Audi was not Pan Lao's car, but Shen Jing's. Although he was not very knowledgeable about cars, he knew that an Audi A8 cost at least 1 million, and a regular university lecturer would hardly be able to afford it. Could Shen Jing be a rich second generation?

The car sped along the inner ring road of Kyoto, and Shen Jing knew the patient couldn't wait much longer, so the speed was much faster than usual.

The First Military Hospital of Kyoto was one of the top hospitals in China, gathering many senior medical experts. Many serious illnesses could only be treated here, and the patients in the First Military Hospital were either seriously ill or of high status.

At this moment, the door to a high-end VIP ward on the top floor of the hospital was pushed open, and four people walked in. The person in front was a doctor in a white coat, about sixty years old, with slightly gray hair. Behind him was an older man who seemed to be in good spirits. Behind the older man was a young couple, the girl was pure and beautiful, and the boy, though not very handsome, was still pleasant to look at, with a youthful face, the youngest of the group.

The ward was large, with top-notch facilities and environment. On the bed lay an old man with an oxygen mask on his face, and several medical staff were attending to him.

"Old Pan, Old Yun is in bad shape."

The doctor in the white coat glanced at the old man on the bed and said with a worried look, "The method we developed last time doesn't work anymore!"

Pan Lao stepped forward and carefully examined the old man on the bed. The old man's face was blue and he was in a deep coma. Not only that, when Pan Lao rolled up the old man's sleeve, his hand and arm were covered in blue, as if his whole body had been dyed.

"This time, the attack is so severe!"

Pan Lao's pupils contracted. Previously, the attacks were only localized, but this time they covered the entire body, and it was impossible to suppress it again.

"The method we developed last time could suppress his condition for a short time, but the rebound was even more severe. We held several expert consultations, but we couldn't come up with a solution." The doctor in the white coat sighed, seemingly at a loss.

Mo Wen and Shen Jing stood quietly to one side, curiously watching the patient on the bed, not interrupting, knowing it wasn't the time for them to speak.

On the way, Mo Wen had learned that the doctor in the white coat was the deputy director of the First Military Hospital, named Zeng Yanting, and also the attending physician of the old man on the bed, with a good reputation in the medical field.

But at this moment, two well-known doctors in the medical field were at a loss with the patient on the bed. According to Mo Wen, the old man on the bed, surnamed Yun, was an old friend they had known for many years and seemed to be of high status, otherwise, the entire military hospital's medical resources wouldn't have been mobilized to save him.

"Grandpa Pan, please save my grandpa."

A girl about the same age as Mo Wen was sitting by the bed, her face tear-streaked, looking pitifully at Pan Lao and Zeng Lao.

The girl was wearing a green dress and was very beautiful, almost comparable to Shen Jing, but her face was haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, clearly not having rested well recently. Seeing the two medical experts enter, she couldn't help but shed more tears.

"Xiao Man, Grandpa Pan will do his best," Pan Lao sighed.

"Old Zeng, call the others, let's have another expert consultation. We must come up with a solution," Pan Lao said decisively, taking a deep breath. The patient on the bed couldn't last much longer, and they needed to find a way to suppress the condition quickly.

"That's all we can do now."

Zeng Yanting nodded and prepared to leave the ward. Just as he was about to go out, he seemed to remember something and turned to Mo Wen and Shen Jing, "You can also examine Old Yun's condition and see if you can come up with a way to suppress it."

Shen Jing was a doctor in the hospital, and Mo Wen, with his family's medical background, might be able to help. The two of them together might be able to contribute something. At this point, Pan Aiguo had no other options and asked the two younger people for help.

But he didn't have much hope, and quickly left the ward to gather all the experts in the hospital for another consultation.

"Mo Wen, do you know what disease it is?"

After Pan Lao and Zeng Lao left the ward, Shen Jing asked softly. She didn't even know what disease the old man on the bed had, so she didn't dare to suggest any treatment. The experts in the military hospital were at a loss, and she didn't think she was better than them.

"I'm not sure."

Mo Wen hesitated and said. Then he walked directly to the bed, seemingly ready to examine the old man's condition.

Not sure?

Shen Jing was slightly taken aback. Did he really see something? Curious, she also walked to the bed.

The girl sitting by the bed quickly stood up to make way, afraid of interfering with their examination, regardless of whether they were doctors.

Mo Wen walked to the bed and naturally rolled up the old man's sleeve, starting to take his pulse. Although it was his first time taking someone's pulse, his movements were natural, as if he had practiced thousands of times. If someone didn't know, they might think he was a skilled doctor.

After a moment, Mo Wen withdrew his hand, his face showing a look of realization and deep thought.

"How is it?"

Shen Jing had been watching Mo Wen, and his skilled movements had impressed her. She asked instinctively, as if Mo Wen were the doctor and she was just an observer.

"If I'm not mistaken, Old Yun is poisoned."

Mo Wen said with a complex expression. The poison in Old Yun's body was one he was very familiar with. He wasn't sure at first, but after taking the pulse, he was almost certain.

To be precise, the poison in Old Yun's body was one he had once suffered from, not the current him, but the him from his past life. After his sister, Mo Dong'er, fell ill with a strange disease, he traveled the world to find a cure.

During that time, he often roamed through deep forests, personally tasting hundreds of rare herbs, including over a hundred he didn't know the names of, and as a result, he was infected with dozens of strange poisons. If not for his medical skills, he would have died long ago.

But even so, he eventually had to enter the dangerous Misty Mountains, and his fate was still unknown.

The poison in Old Yun's body was one of the dozens of poisons he had suffered from, called Purple-Blue Flower Poison. Although it wasn't a deadly poison, it was extremely difficult to eliminate. Once poisoned, it was very hard to cure, and the patient usually died a slow and painful death, making it even more terrifying than a deadly poison.

Purple-Blue Flower Poison naturally came from the Purple-Blue Flower, which was a sacred herb, a rare medicinal treasure in his world. However, mature Purple-Blue Flowers contained deadly toxins, and accidental contact could lead to a lifelong nightmare.

So, although the Purple-Blue Flower was a sacred herb, not everyone dared to use it. Only those who knew how to neutralize the toxins could use it as medicine.

Mo Wen was surprised that there were Purple-Blue Flowers on Earth, and even mature ones. Old Yun probably didn't know the danger and was accidentally poisoned.

"Poisoned! How is that possible?"

Shen Jing clearly didn't believe it. As a doctor, she wouldn't listen to Mo Wen's nonsense. Generally, poisoning could only be incurable if it was a deadly poison. Once in the hospital, toxins were not a big deal, and there were many ways to detoxify, even for neurotoxins, which could be removed, though it might cause brain damage or turn the patient into a vegetable or a fool.

But the current situation was a disease that many experts were at a loss to treat. How could it be caused by toxins?

Mo Wen glanced at Shen Jing, ignoring her. Some things were impossible to explain to her. Purple-Blue Flower Poison was not a simple toxin; ordinary detoxification methods were useless. If the treatment wasn't targeted, it was impossible to detoxify. The poison attached to the mysterious meridians in the body and was like a bone-deep sore, impossible to remove with ordinary methods.

"Can it be cured?"

The girl named Xiao Man, seeing Mo Wen's conclusion, showed a hint of joy. She didn't care about the cause; she only cared if the disease could be cured.

"It can be cured, but it's very difficult, and I can't do it."

Mo Wen pondered for a moment and said helplessly. If he were still the master doctor from his memories, curing Purple-Blue Flower Poison wouldn't be difficult. He had many methods to detoxify, as he had lived several more years with dozens of strange poisons in his body, many of which were much more potent than Purple-Blue Flower Poison.

But now, in a different time and place, the situation was different. He was Mo Wen on Earth, not the master doctor from that world. Many conditions were not met.

For example, the herbs. He knew some herbs that could neutralize Purple-Blue Flower Poison, but those herbs might not exist on Earth. Even if they did, their names would be different, and it would take a long time to collect them.

In addition, there was another method: using golden needles to transfer qi, using the needles to guide internal qi to remove the toxins from the meridians. But internal qi required training from a young age. In his past life, his internal qi was strong enough to remove the toxins, but in this body, he had no internal qi, making it impossible to use the golden needle method.