Chapter 73

Wu Wenxiang was slightly surprised. He had indeed planned to bring up this matter today, as the incident in Chunmei Bay had already passed some time ago, but many people in Xiayang City were involved, including the top leader of the city. Wu Wenxiang had only been to Chunmei Bay once, so there was no evidence linking him to the place. However, he did not expect Qin Lang to have the evidence.

Although soliciting prostitutes was not a major issue, if it were to become public, it would certainly affect his promotion. Wu Wenxiang was still hoping to become the top leader of Xiayang City, so the photos in Qin Lang's possession were causing him great anxiety.

Now, Qin Lang voluntarily brought them up, which was indeed unexpected by Wu Wenxiang.

If it were Wu Wenxiang himself, he would definitely not have been so straightforward, as holding onto such evidence could serve many purposes.

"What, Mayor Wu, you don't want them?"

"Of course I want them." Wu Wenxiang laughed and quickly took the memory card, his heart finally feeling at ease. He inwardly praised Qin Lang for being considerate.

However, Qin Lang had his own considerations. Holding onto the evidence could make Wu Wenxiang wary, but it could also make him resentful. Once Wu Wenxiang truly became the top leader of Xiayang City, he might take drastic actions to deal with the evidence. Instead, Qin Lang decided to use the evidence to repay today's favor, which would be a win-win situation.

"Alright, Mayor Wu, since you have what you need, I should take my leave."

Just as Qin Lang was about to get up to leave, he suddenly heard an old lady in the room cry out in pain, "Ouch, it hurts so much! Wenxiang, just give me a sleeping pill..."

Wu Wenxiang quickly rushed to his mother's room and comforted her, "Mom, don't say that, I'll get a doctor for you right away!"

"Those Western medicines are useless..." The old lady, in pain, started to curse.

Wu Wenxiang suddenly remembered that Qin Lang was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. In a moment of desperation, he asked for Qin Lang's help, "Qin, isn't your family a lineage of doctors? Could you... take a look at my mom?"

"Sure." Qin Lang nodded, thinking that Wu Wenxiang would soon owe him a favor, and he would have to help in the future!

"Old lady, let me take a look." Qin Lang examined the old lady's foot, felt her pulse, and nodded, "You have rheumatoid arthritis, which is indeed difficult to cure. But since you've met me, I can definitely cure it for you."

"Really?" The old lady seemed skeptical, thinking that a young TCM practitioner couldn't be that skilled.

"Mayor Wu, I've treated you before, wasn't my medical skill good?" Qin Lang asked Wu Wenxiang.

Wu Wenxiang thought that Qin Lang was bringing up a sensitive topic. He had previously been injured in a very private area, so he could only nod in response.

"Alright... then please take a look, ouch." The old lady was in so much pain that she decided to try anything.

At this moment, Qin Lang took out a silver needle and carefully disinfected it with a cotton ball.

Seeing Qin Lang's preparation, Wu Wenxiang asked, "Qin, are you going to give my mom acupuncture?"

Qin Lang knew that Wu Wenxiang was not very confident in acupuncture, as he believed Western medicine was more effective.

"It's not just acupuncture." Qin Lang shook his head and took out a small jade bottle, dipping the tip of the silver needle into it. Before Wu Wenxiang could see clearly, Qin Lang suddenly struck, inserting the needle into the old lady's knee.

"Ouch—"

The old lady couldn't help but cry out in pain. Wu Wenxiang was worried that Qin Lang, a quack, might harm his mother, but he suddenly noticed the old lady's frown gradually easing, turning into surprise and joy. She looked at the silver needle in disbelief, "Qin, this one needle is truly amazing. My left leg doesn't hurt at all now. I've had acupuncture before, but it was never this effective!"

"These days, there are many charlatans." Qin Lang shook his head, "A proper TCM practitioner spends three years as an apprentice and ten years learning the craft. They wouldn't dare to treat patients lightly, or they might ruin their reputation. Unlike now, anyone can spend a few months at a medical school and get a title like acupuncturist or therapist. How can they truly master the skills?"

"Yes, yes. Qin, what you say makes sense." The old lady nodded, "Could you please give my other leg a needle too?"

"Sure." Qin Lang nodded, "I'll do the other leg right away."

Qin Lang took out another silver needle and dipped it into the jade bottle. Wu Wenxiang couldn't help but ask, "Qin, what is that you're dipping the needle into? Is it some kind of medicine?"

"You wouldn't understand." Qin Lang explained, "It's bee venom, specifically from the 'killer bees' found in the primeval forests of Yunhai Province."

"Killer bees!" Wu Wenxiang was shocked, "What... what do you mean?"

"Mayor Wu, why are you so easily startled?" Qin Lang saw Wu Wenxiang's surprised expression and explained, "Killer bees are just a common name. Their venom is very potent, but in TCM, there is a primitive ecological therapy called 'bee venom therapy,' which is highly effective for rheumatoid arthritis and gout. Since you don't understand medicine, don't be so surprised."

"Just... Wenxiang, you should read more books and not just drink all day!" The old lady scolded her son. In her eyes, Qin Lang's two needles had immediately alleviated her long-standing rheumatoid pain, making him a miraculous doctor.

So, the old lady looked at Qin Lang more favorably.

However, in Qin Lang's view, Wu Wenxiang was still a filial son. Generally, such people were not major villains. In the Han Dynasty, filial piety was emphasized in governance, and officials were selected through the "recommendation of filial and honest" system, placing the moral character of officials at the forefront.

If an official could neglect his own mother, how could the people expect him to care for them? That would be pure nonsense.

In less than ten minutes, the old lady's rheumatoid pain was completely gone.

When Qin Lang removed the needles, the old lady tried to stand up from her wheelchair. She was surprised to find that her legs no longer hurt, and her long-standing problem seemed to have disappeared. She felt as if she had been cured.

"Qin, Doctor Qin, you are truly amazing!" The old lady said excitedly, "This rheumatoid pain has troubled me for nearly twenty years. Whenever the weather changed, I couldn't even stand up. Thank you for your miraculous skills! Doctor Qin, in my opinion, your skills are far superior to many doctors in Xiayang City!"

"Old lady, just call me Qin. I think your condition might have been caused by something from your younger days?" Qin Lang smiled, thinking that the old poison master was an expert in all kinds of poisons and had very high martial arts skills. He was also proficient in TCM meridians and pharmacology, so this was just a minor task for him. However, the old poison master preferred to kill rather than save lives.