13: Chapter 13! So many people!

In a courtyard not far from Tang Yao's hospital room, an Old Man in Tang Suit was practicing martial arts by himself.

It looked like Tai Chi, which many elderly people use for exercise.

However, when performed by this Old Man in Tang Suit, it felt somewhat strange.

As he practiced, the Old Man in Tang Suit's movements suddenly stiffened, and he clutched his chest with his hand.

His eyes were tightly shut, and his expression was pained.

A young girl with a yellow ponytail rushed over from the side, reached out to support the Old Man in Tang Suit, and asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

The Old Man in Tang Suit breathed in a strange rhythm for a while, slowly exhaled a Qi, and comforted his granddaughter: "It's fine, it's fine, I'm alright."

The girl with the yellow ponytail let out a sigh of relief and chided him: "I told you not to practice anymore. It would be so much better to just tend to your flowers and walk your birds."

The Old Man in Tang Suit shook his head and smiled: "Climbing the path of Martial Dao is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. You can't afford to skip a single day of practice."

The girl knew she couldn't win against this old man, so she pursed her lips and said nothing.

At this moment, a sturdy man dressed in military green camouflage walked over quickly, bowed his head, cupped his hands, and said: "Reporting to you, sir, it is Young Miss Tang's classmate who is performing blood circulation massage for Young Miss Tang. However, it is said that he is using a secret technique from his sect, and others are not allowed to watch, which is why everyone is gathered outside the door."

"Oh? Let's go take a look."

The Old Man in Tang Suit took his granddaughter and the sturdy man to outside Tang Yao's hospital room.

Many people had already gathered here. Some elderly people were even sitting in wheelchairs, pushed by caregivers to watch the excitement. The hallway, designed to allow two stretchers to pass side by side, now seemed somewhat crowded.

But when the Old Man in Tang Suit appeared, everyone spontaneously made way, calling out "Elder Li," "Elder Li."

Even Han Shuang and the Old Dean and others respectfully addressed him: "Elder Li, you have come."

The Old Man in Tang Suit greeted everyone and looked curiously at the Old Dean: "Old Zhang, I heard there's a medical expert here performing a secret technique, driving everyone out. I didn't expect you to be here too. What's going on?"

The Old Dean explained the whole story thoroughly.

The Old Man in Tang Suit looked surprised: "So you're saying a high school student even drove the great Dean Zhang out?"

The Old Dean smiled bitterly: "Please don't tease me. The young man's attitude was firm, saying he had to follow his Master's orders. I couldn't just pull rank."

"Oh?" The Old Man in Tang Suit became even more curious. "Since he has a Master, he shouldn't have never heard of your name, Ghost Hand Zhang, right?"

"What Ghost Hand Zhang? That's just a nickname from my youth, not worth mentioning." Although he said this, the Old Dean's face was quite smug.

When he was young, his miraculous hands were skilled in pulse diagnosis, examining illness, acupuncture, and acupoint manipulation, earning him the title of Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor.

Now that he was old and his energy was not what it used to be, he oversaw the Jiangnan First Hospital. Except for patients in the Sanatorium, he rarely practiced medicine outside.

But he believed he still had some reputation in the Jianghu, and he couldn't understand why that young man acted as if he had never heard of his name at all.

At this time, a middle-aged man stepped up and said indignantly to the Old Man in Tang Suit: "Elder Li, you don't know. Earlier in the room, I just mentioned the Old Dean's title of Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor to that brat. In the blink of an eye, he called the Old Dean 'Senior Ghost Doctor.' He is clearly an amateur, even worse than those swindling quacks in the Jianghu!"

"Little Wu, is what you said true?" The Old Man in Tang Suit frowned.

"It is absolutely true. Both the Old Dean and Madam Han can testify!" The middle-aged man patted his chest to guarantee.

He believed that in front of Elder Li, even if Han Shuang wanted to favor that brat, she wouldn't dare to lie.

Sure enough, Han Shuang nodded helplessly in admission.

The middle-aged man felt relieved.

Today, he was determined to make this kind of rat who used the banner of Traditional Chinese Medicine to swindle people pay the price!

But unexpectedly, the Old Dean shook his head.

The Old Man in Tang Suit became interested: "Little Han, Old Zhang, what do you mean by one nodding and one shaking his head?"

The Old Dean said: "Elder Li, don't listen to Little Wu's nonsense. Although that young man got my title wrong, the first moment I saw him, I could tell he truly has real skills. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let him mess around!"

The Old Man in Tang Suit thought for a moment and nodded: "To receive such an evaluation from you, Old Zhang, it means this young man indeed has some medical attainments. However, I heard you say he is a classmate of that girl Tang Yao, so he shouldn't be very old, right?"

"Not just not old, he is simply too young! But it is strange; to have received true teachings at such a young age, he must have had a famous Master. But since he has a Master, how could he not know my name, Ghost Hand Zhang?

Or is it that his Master is so learned and profound that he looks down on someone like me, so he didn't mention it to him?"

The Old Dean analyzed to himself.

The Old Man in Tang Suit couldn't help but laugh: "Stop overthinking it. Let alone Jiangnan, even looking at the whole country, which miracle doctor would not take you seriously?"

"Dean Zhang, you are too humble."

"I have lived to be eighty years old, and among all the doctors I have seen, Dean Zhang, you are the best!" An old man gave a thumbs up to the Old Dean.

The middle-aged man also quickly said: "Old Dean, you are joking. In our Traditional Chinese Medicine circle, if someone didn't know your name, wouldn't it be a laughing stock to say it out loud! However, you say that brat really has skills?"

The Old Dean recalled Chen Mo's hands and nodded: "His hands have long joints, fair skin with an inner luster; he should have profound and advanced hand skills."

The Old Man in Tang Suit, hearing this, showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Han Shuang was pleasantly surprised, and a brilliant light flashed in her eyes.

She had sent people to investigate Chen Mo a year ago. All the data at that time showed that he had nothing to do with medicine and did not know any mysterious old men or medical saints.

So, he must have learned medicine after Yao Yao's accident?

In less than a year, he had achieved such accomplishments...

Based on the existing information, Han Shuang felt a complex mix of emotions.

"When did such a person appear in our Jiangnan?"

"A seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student having this level of attainment is remarkable."

The elderly people present were all knowledgeable and experienced. Hearing the Old Dean say this, they immediately knew that the young man inside must have real skills.

The middle-aged man, however, refused to believe it. "He just looks a bit fair-skinned; how could he possibly have advanced medical skills?"

The Old Dean said indifferently: "Do you think I would be mistaken?"

"This, this..." The middle-aged man was a bit panicked.

He naturally trusted the Old Dean's judgment.

It was just that he couldn't accept that a brat who hadn't even grown his hair out yet really possessed advanced medical skills.

Was he going to lose the bet?

He lowered his voice to the Old Dean: "Then, when I spoke too quickly and made the bet just now, why didn't you stop me?"

The Old Dean laughed: "It is true that he has real skills. However, Miss Tang's situation is a lack of nutrition in her body, like a pond where the water has dried up. What use is it to plant trees for shade or reinforce the dikes to prevent leaks?"

After saying this, the Old Dean realized that Han Shuang was also there. Perhaps this was inappropriate, so he added self-reproachfully: "I am indeed stating the facts, please do not blame me, Madam Han. However, after the surgery is done, none of this will be a concern."

"I understand," Han Shuang nodded and said softly.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief.

He had heard the Old Dean's mysterious words earlier and really thought he was going to lose the bet and have to serve tea and water to that brat. Now he felt relieved.

The Old Dean saw his expression and knew what he was thinking, so he took the opportunity to warn him: "Little Wu, you are too biased. You think that anyone who isn't a formally trained Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner is a swindler. If you continue like this, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

The middle-aged man, however, disagreed. Knowing the bet was already in the bag, he spoke with full confidence: "Old Dean, this isn't me being biased, but he is truly too arrogant, saying that after his treatment, Miss Tang won't need surgery.

But Miss Tang must have surgery to place an esophageal stent; this is the conclusion we reached under your leadership. By saying this, isn't he looking down on all of us?

Does he think he alone is better than our entire hospital?"

The Old Dean said helplessly: "He's just young and vigorous. Why are you arguing with him?"

"Youthful vigor requires capital! Well, you gave him a chance to prove it. If the result is really as he said, I, Wu Cheng, will not hesitate to take him as my Master and serve him tea and water. But if Miss Tang does not improve, then he should also fulfill the bet and go in to receive education. I think this is not unfair to him, right?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man became emotional. The medical staff beside him, as well as the caregivers pushing wheelchairs present, were all infected by his emotions.

A medical staff member couldn't help but say: "Very fair!"

Others also echoed.

"Yes, very fair!"

"Since he is arrogant, he must have the capital to be arrogant. Otherwise, he should pay the price!"

The Old Dean scolded: "Keep your voices down! This is a Sanatorium. Have you forgotten the basic rule of keeping quiet?"

He could see the young man's medical level, so he had a bit of appreciation for talent in his heart. According to his thinking, scaring him would be enough. If he really sent him in, for a young man, this shame would be too great.

But at this moment, an old man sitting in a wheelchair spoke up.

"Old Dean, you are indifferent to fame and fortune and don't want to argue with young people, but how can these children in the hospital stand this anger? If you ask me, let's just do what we should do."

Other old people also nodded in agreement.

Although that young man was Tang Yao's classmate, he was ultimately a stranger to them. Plus, after listening to Dr. Wu's explanation, the young man indeed seemed arrogant and disrespectful to elders. And here, they were all elders, so they naturally felt uncomfortable.

The Old Dean had no choice. He could scold the hospital's Juniors, but he couldn't scold these old people. He smiled bitterly and sent a helpless look to Han Shuang.

Han Shuang understood. As a Junior, she didn't have the weight to favor Chen Mo, so she had to look at the Old Man in Tang Suit.

"Elder Li, Little Mo is Yao Yao's classmate. He is also doing this for Yao Yao's good. Besides, him not letting us watch is also because he has to follow his Master's orders; it's not that he is arrogant. Could you please let this matter go?"

The Old Man in Tang Suit pondered for a moment. "Little Han, I can understand what you are saying, but didn't they make a bet?"

"This... they indeed made one," Han Shuang admitted helplessly.

The Old Man in Tang Suit said indifferently: "That settles it. Since there is a bet, then follow the agreement. Otherwise, wouldn't that be breaking one's word?"

"I understand," Han Shuang nodded dejectedly. Elder Li's words were undoubtedly the final decision.

She had already started thinking about how to compensate Chen Mo.

After all, today, Chen Mo took the initiative to help Yao Yao, but because of this, he offended the hospital...

Compared to her, the middle-aged man was naturally triumphant and praised Elder Li for being wise.

With things developing to this situation, everyone was waiting for the door of Tang Yao's hospital room to open, to see the whole event come to a conclusion of Perfection.

Creak—

The door was pushed open.

Everyone's gaze crowded over.

A handsome youth came out holding the door.

At this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was full of fatigue.

He looked extremely weak.

Seeing this scene, the bad feelings everyone had for him were reduced a lot.

Even the medical staff who were emotional just now felt embarrassed to go up and question him right now.

The Old Man in Tang Suit took a look, but he felt suspicious in his heart.

With his experienced judgment, it was not difficult to see that this brat was clearly full of energy.

Why was he acting like he was exhausted?

Could it be that he was a Jianghu swindler, wanting to use this to demand a higher consultation fee?

At this time, the man in camouflage who had been guarding the Old Man in Tang Suit without leaving his side moved a step to the right front without a sound.

This step, however, was implicitly blocking the Old Man in Tang Suit with his body.

Chen Mo walked out of the room, looked up, and was startled. "Oh, so many people?"