Chapter 8

For a moment, all eyes in the room were fixed on Mo Wen. Since he had the audacity to claim he could suppress the patient's condition, he naturally had to provide a convincing explanation; anyone could talk without proof. Everyone present was a renowned expert in the medical field; they could not be easily fooled.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. If you can really suppress Old Yun's condition, then give us a convincing explanation to make us believe. If not, leave quickly and don't disturb our treatment of the patient."

A hint of annoyance flashed in Zeng Yanting's eyes. Pretending to know what one doesn't, being frivolous and exaggerating, were issues of character. In his eyes, Mo Wen was now a boastful and impractical person.

Mo Wen pursed his lips and did not explain, pulling Shen Jing to prepare to leave. Since no one believed him, why should he bother? Explain? How could he explain something from two different worlds?

Whether in the past or now, Mo Wen was a person who liked to do as he pleased. He only did what he liked, and as long as his conscience was clear, he did not care what others thought of him.

"Wait."

The old man surnamed Han blocked Mo Wen again. "Since you can suppress the patient's condition, could you please help suppress the toxins in the patient's body?"

He did not think like the others. After all, Mo Wen was the only one besides him who could identify the cause of Old Yun's illness. To have such ability, it was clearly not a matter of luck. He was not one of those rigid old men; he knew well that China was vast and full of talented people, and there were all kinds of great masters.

"Old Han, what's wrong with you? You are a renowned master in the medical field, and you believe a mere child!"

Zeng Yanting frowned. Han Lao's actions were too strange. Usually, he was even more serious than them. What was wrong with him today? So out of character.

"Old Zeng, stop talking. I believe him. Let's give him a try, shall we?"

The old man surnamed Han looked sternly at the others, and no one thought he was joking.

"I also believe him. Let's give Mo Wen a try. Besides, the method we came up with has no guarantee of success. If Mo Wen fails, what better method do we have?"

At this moment, Old Pan also spoke, agreeing with Old Han. He had some contact with Mo Wen and felt he was not a boastful person. Moreover, Mo Wen knew a bit about medicine and might really know some methods they did not.

Zeng Yanting opened his mouth but could not say anything. He did not expect Old Pan to agree. Now that two people supported Mo Wen, it would be petty to say anything more.

It was not that he was old and looked down on the younger generation, but Old Yun's status was special, and there could be no mistakes. As the chief doctor, he bore a great responsibility and naturally dared not take such a risk by letting a young person treat him.

However, now that Old Han and Old Pan had taken the responsibility, he could not say anything more.

"Fine, let's give you a try." Zeng Yanting sighed.

Mo Wen frowned and looked at the others strangely. Did they agree, and he had to treat the patient? Moreover, it seemed to be free treatment, with no consultation fee. He was not a do-gooder.

Moreover, he had no interest in proving anything to them. In the past, no matter when, people always begged him to treat them. He, the great Doctor Mo, was the golden brand. When had he ever needed to prove anything?

"Mo Xiaoyou, consider this an old man's favor. Please treat the patient."

Old Han, being a shrewd old man, saw through Mo Wen's thoughts. He was not angry but secretly delighted. Only a person with real skills could have such an attitude. Having lived a long life, he could see through it. After all, everyone in the room was a prominent figure in the medical field. If it were an ordinary person, they would be eager to show off in front of them.

"Big Brother Mo, please save my grandfather. I believe in you."

Yun Xiaoman looked at Mo Wen with tearful eyes. Her thoughts were simple. Mo Wen, a stranger, stood up to help her grandfather and even blocked the nurse, seemingly unreasonable, but his actions were for her grandfather's good. Although she was young, she could distinguish right from wrong.

"Do you have gold needles?" Mo Wen looked at Old Han helplessly.

Since he could say it, he could do it. Although he could not completely cure Old Yun's illness, suppressing the purple-blue flower toxin in his body was not difficult.

"Yes."

Old Han immediately took out a delicate sandalwood box from his white coat. Inside, rows of two-inch-long gold needles were neatly arranged. Unlike the others, he was a typical old Chinese medicine practitioner, from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, so he knew the art of acupuncture and always carried gold needles with him.

"Forty-nine gold needles, enough?"

Old Han looked at Mo Wen, knowing that forty-nine needles were certainly enough, but he asked casually. The gold needles in his hand were made of pure gold, and a set was very expensive.

"Not enough, eighty-one are needed." Mo Wen shook his head.

"Eighty-one!"

Old Han was startled. He knew that the more needles used in traditional acupuncture, the more difficult it was. Acupuncture was not simple; it involved the human meridians and acupoints. Each additional needle would have a different effect and was harder to control. Any slight mistake could be fatal to the patient.

He had only made forty-nine needles and had never used all of them at once. Usually, twenty or so needles were enough, and using thirty or more was rare.

Eighty-one gold needles! Could Mo Wen really handle so many?

It was simply astonishing. At least he had never heard of anyone using so many needles to treat a patient. He hesitated, because if Mo Wen did not have the ability, using eighty-one needles would not be treatment but murder!

"Indeed, eighty-one."

Mo Wen nodded and, with a wave of his hand, a dozen gold needles appeared in his hand, neatly arranged and not at all messy, emitting a faint golden glow in the light.

Old Han's pupils contracted, staring straight at Mo Wen's hand. That skill might not be noticeable to outsiders, but he knew well that such needle handling was at the pinnacle of mastery, requiring countless hours of practice. He was far from reaching that level.

"There is another set in the office. I'll get it for you."

Old Han no longer hesitated, turning to leave the ward to fetch the needles. He was really curious about how much surprise that young man could bring. Could he really use eighty-one needles at once to treat the patient?

That would be an unprecedented feat. At least there was no historical record of anyone using eighty-one needles simultaneously in acupuncture. Perhaps only Hua Tuo, the legendary physician, could do it!