Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 155: Same as You, Needle Application_1

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Same as You, Needle Application_1

He Chen hastily waved his hands, "Mister Mo, that won’t be necessary..."

"Old He, listen to me!" Mo Han patted He Chen on the shoulder, and then turned to look at Zhao Tiangao with a cold expression, "For the past ten years, Old He has traveled across the Jiuzhou land to treat Miss Zhao, visiting countless renowned doctors."

"True, Miss Zhao is your sister, but she is also Old He’s lover!"

"You’ve lost your sister for ten years, but Old He has also lost his lover for a full ten years!"

"Do you think you’re the only one in the world who suffers? Compared to you, Old He has had a much harder life!"

"Do you know that to avenge your sister and to treat her, he knelt at someone’s doorstep for seven days and nights!"

"In my eyes, Old He is a real man, whereas you are just a crybaby!"

"You!"

Zhao Tiangao pointed at Mo Han, so angry that he couldn’t speak.

At his side, He Chen could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and sobbed aloud.

Who could truly understand the depression in his heart?

Only Mister Mo! Only he truly understood himself.

Ten years! A full ten years!

In these ten years, despite his external success and unlimited glory, he would lock himself in his room every night and cry hysterically, desperately calling out Yumo’s name.

To avenge Yumo, he was willing to serve as a dog for the Wen Family; to treat Yumo, he dispersed his fortune to seek famous doctors.

"Sigh..." Gui, the celebrated healer, shook his head, his tone full of melancholy.

The reason he had initially agreed to treat Zhao Yumo was partly because Zhao Tiangao presented him with a three-hundred-year-old Changbai Ginseng, which, though it couldn’t completely cure his illness, could save his life at a critical time.

On the other hand, he had heard from some peers about the story of the underworld big shot He Chen, who had publicly pledged to give away all his wealth for his girlfriend’s treatment.

Now that Zhao Yumo’s illness hadn’t been cured, it seemed that three-hundred-year-old Changbai Ginseng would have to be returned.

Hearing Mo Han’s words, Gui Ruyun trembled slightly, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes. Being a woman, she couldn’t resist being moved by such a deep and emotional story.

In the end, Gui Ruyun took the initiative to speak, "Big Brother Zhao, let him try."

"Fine!"

Zhao Tiangao knew he could not refuse and simply gritted his teeth, "If you can wake my sister up, I am willing to kneel before He Chen and kowtow a hundred times!"

Mo Han shook his head and spoke calmly, "If your heart isn’t sincere, even ten thousand kowtows would be useless."

"Alright, I’m going to start the treatment now. Only the venerable healer Gui, Miss Gui, Director Lin, and myself will stay here, and the rest of you, please leave!"

Zhao Tiangao was about to speak when he saw He Chen tugging at his sleeve.

He Chen knew Mo Han’s character too well; if Mister Mo said he would only keep four people, he would definitely only keep four.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Tiangao snorted coldly and walked towards the door.

He Chen gave a wry smile, shook his head, and gestured for everyone to leave the room.

A few minutes later, apart from Zhao Yumo lying on the sickbed, only Mo Han, Director Lin, and the elderly and young Gui family healers were left.

Mo Han began to give his orders, "Director Lin, keep an eye on the equipment later, tell me immediately if there’s any abnormality."

"Miss Gui, could you please remove all the silver needles from Miss Zhao’s body?"

"Venerable Healer Gui, please keep an eye on the outside for me. I don’t like being disturbed by outsiders during treatment."

Lin Renxin had dealt with Mo Han on a couple of occasions and was somewhat familiar with him; he complied without a word.

Venerable Healer Gui thought Mo Han was deliberately sending him to guard the door to prevent him from observing his needle technique. He gave a wry smile but agreed nevertheless.

In reality, he’d misunderstood. The reason Mo Han wanted Venerable Healer Gui to guard the door was that Zhao Yumo had been in a coma for ten years with evil qi entering her body. To awaken her, it was necessary not only to stimulate her cerebral cortex, but also to expel the evil qi.

Evil qi is like poison gas—although it can be expelled, it’s easily absorbed by the outside world. Mo Han and people like Director Lin were strong and healthy and naturally not afraid, but Venerable Healer Gui had a hidden illness. If he were exposed to evil qi, it could easily accelerate his condition.

As for why he didn’t just ask Venerable Healer Gui to leave, of course, he had to consider the old healer’s dignity.

Unlike these two, Gui Ruyun was a bit disgruntled. As she removed the needles, she scoffed, "Mister Mo, didn’t you say you were very capable? So let me ask you, how do you plan to treat Sister Zhao?"

Mo Han smiled slightly, "The same as you, by administering needles."

"What?"

Gui Ruyun’s lovely eyes turned icy as she spoke unkindly, "You mean to say you’ll also use needles?"

"Is there a problem?" Mo Han shrugged his shoulders, then took out a needle case from his bosom, slowly removed several silver needles, and disinfected them with alcohol swabs.

"Heh." Gui Ruyun crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh, not continuing.

But her eyes told Mo Han: You think you can administer needles like this? I’d like to see how you do it!

It was a joke. When she visited Dragon City two years ago, Grandpa Xue personally said that among her peers, her needling technique was good enough to rank within the top two in the Jiuzhou field of traditional medicine. She refused to believe that his needling technique was better than hers.

Seeing Gui Ruyun’s expression, Mo Han knew she was looking down on him. He didn’t bother to argue.

When Gui Ruyun had completely removed the silver needles, Mo Han took a deep breath. He picked up three silver needles, and a faint trace of purple qi wound around the needles from between his fingers.

With a flick of his wrist, the three silver needles zipped into the three acupoints on Zhao Yumo’s body as if they had sprouted wings.

"Zixiao Divine Needle, first technique: Piercing the Clouds to See the Mist!"