11: Chapter 11 Young man, am I going out too?

Chen Mo was pondering how to conceal his Internal Skill when he performed the blood-circulating massage on Tang Yao later.

Being interrupted like this, he shot a sour look at the person.

With his keen observation skills, he noticed that although this middle-aged man in a white coat looked grumpy, he was wearing a wig, likely because he had lost all his hair while diligently working.

"He's a good doctor!"

Out of respect for the profession, Chen Mo simply played dumb and didn't say a word of rebuttal.

The middle-aged man just assumed this kid was feeling guilty. Considering he was a friend of the patient and seeing Madam Han's unusual attitude toward him, he didn't fuss too much, but softened his tone to persuade Han Shuang: "Madam Han, Young Miss Tang's body is already weak. If someone messes around and causes complications, I'm sure you wouldn't want to see that, would you?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of hesitation appeared on Han Shuang's face.

She trusted Chen Mo's character, but she wasn't sure if the Massage Therapy he mentioned was legitimate. If he had just learned a few tricks from a roadside medicine stall, it was hard to say if something might go wrong.

Concerned for her daughter's health, she had to look at Chen Mo, "Xiao Mo, can you tell Auntie Han where you learned your Massage Therapy?"

"My Master doesn't let me tell others," Chen Mo knew that his age and experience were hard to convince people, so he had to fabricate a Master, "But Auntie Han, please rest assured, my technique focuses on blood circulation; it's perfect for muscle atrophy. I wouldn't dare guarantee a full recovery, but it is certainly beneficial and harmless."

Seeing that Chen Mo sounded sincere, Han Shuang nodded heavily, "Alright, Auntie Han trusts you!"

"Blood-circulating massage?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

He had been practicing medicine for many years and had seen too many people swindling others under the banner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the people he hated most in his life were exactly this type.

They only learned the surface-level knowledge of what our ancestors passed down, yet they went around swindling money under the guise of being able to cure all diseases.

As a result, the reputation of Traditional Chinese Medicine has been getting worse and worse in recent years!

And Chen Mo was so young, barely even grown up, clearly just this kind of ignorant swindler!

Yet Madam Han trusted him implicitly...

The middle-aged man knew his words carried little weight, so he couldn't persuade her further and had to look at the Old Dean.

The Old Dean walked over slowly, his gaze lingering on Chen Mo's hands for a few seconds.

These hands had slender joints and fair skin; they seemed to have something special about them.

It seemed he really did possess some techniques.

Thinking this, the Old Dean nodded and said, "Since it is a blood-circulating massage, let him try. Whether it succeeds or not, it's the young man's good intention."

What he didn't say was that even if Chen Mo had received the true teachings of medicine, it would be of no use for Tang Yao's current situation; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the conclusion that surgery was necessary.

But he had also been young once and understood Chen Mo's current mood. Seeing his good friend unable to wake up and still needing surgery, he must be feeling terrible, so just let him try.

But the middle-aged man could not understand the Old Dean's decision, "Old Dean, Young Miss Tang's body is already weak, if something goes wrong..."

The Old Dean smiled faintly, "With me watching here, what could possibly go wrong?"

Once he said this, the middle-aged man knew the matter was settled. He could only watch Chen Mo vigilantly, "Then please begin, little friend. I'd like to see what kind of amazing technique it is that dares to claim surgery won't be needed after the Massage Therapy!"

Han Shuang also said, "Xiao Mo, if you need anything or need someone to help, just tell everyone."

"Auntie Han, I actually do need you all to do me a favor." Chen Mo was a bit embarrassed to speak.

Han Shuang: "What favor? Just tell me!"

Chen Mo also knew his request was likely inappropriate, but in order not to expose the existence of his Internal Skill, he thought about it and finally said, "I need to ask everyone to go out and wait for a while. Before I call out, no one is to come in."

As soon as this request was made, everyone was stunned.

Han Shuang: "Xiao Mo, this..."

The kind Old Dean also frowned, "Young man, do even I have to go out?"

Chen Mo: "Auntie Han, Old Dean, this is my Master's requirement. The sect's secret techniques cannot be shown to others. I am truly sorry." At this moment, he could only continue to bring up that fictional Master.

"Sect secret technique? Hahahaha!" The middle-aged man suddenly burst into loud laughter, as if he had heard a huge joke.

"I've seen plenty of swindlers like you. Nine out of ten claim to have secret techniques, but in my twenty years of medical practice, I have never seen one with real skills."

"And do you know who the Dean is? He is the Dean of Jiangnan First Hospital, an authority in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine, known in the Jianghu as the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor! Even if the Master you speak of really exists, he would have to be respectful upon meeting him!"

"And now, you actually dare to ask him to leave? I really don't know whether to call you arrogant or ignorant." The middle-aged man shook his head, his eyes full of disgust as he looked at Chen Mo.

The Old Dean also sighed, "Young man, I was only willing to wait and let you try because of your good intentions. Even if something went wrong, I would take responsibility for it, but you... sigh!"

Chen Mo held respect for the Old Dean, but at this moment he could only apologize, "Master's orders are hard to disobey. Please, Ghost... uh, Senior Ghost Doctor, forgive me."

The Old Dean had originally seen his sincere attitude and his anger had dissipated a little, but hearing him get his own title wrong, he immediately became furious again.

Furthermore, as a medical authority, being kicked out of a hospital room was a first for him in decades.

What was most hateful was that the other party was just a wet-behind-the-ears kid, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger!

Huffing and puffing, he glared at Chen Mo twice, then helplessly shook his sleeves, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go. Do you want to steal someone's sect secret technique?"

Several medical staff looked at each other and followed the Old Dean out of the room without saying a word.

The middle-aged man had a fiery temper. Before leaving, he dropped a harsh threat: "Remember what you said. If after your Massage Therapy, Young Miss Tang's condition hasn't improved at all, I will report you for practicing medicine illegally and swindling people, and make sure you go inside to get a good education!"

"Wait."

The middle-aged man was about to leave after saying his harsh words when he was stopped by Chen Mo, who smiled contemptuously, "What? Scared? But it's too late."

"No, I just wanted to ask, what if it turns out my technique is effective? Then don't you have to show something? For example, apologize to me or something." Chen Mo asked the middle-aged man with a smile.

As the saying goes, even a clay figurine has three parts of fire. Having been belittled by the middle-aged man time and time again, even if Chen Mo was socially anxious, he couldn't suppress his spirit and fought back.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then quickly let out a sneer, "Forget about apologizing, I'll just recognize you as my Master right now and serve you tea and water every day!" After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.

It wasn't that he was arrogant, but with the Tang family's financial resources, what kind of famous massage experts hadn't they looked for? Even the Old Dean had personally performed Massage Therapy on Tang Yao. If it had been useful, why would they need to perform surgery to insert an esophagus tube?

Meanwhile, the Old Dean walking in front naturally heard the bet between the two.

In his mind, that young man was bound to lose.

Although he wouldn't really send him inside, scaring him and making him suffer a little when the time came would be good.

Thinking this, the Old Dean, who had been suppressing his anger, suddenly felt a burst of relief.