Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 301: Depending on My Mood_1

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: Depending on My Mood_1

Everyone who heard this was completely shocked.

Was Mo Han’s nerve too audacious?

He actually began lecturing Master Zhu?

Doesn’t he know that Master Zhu is the head of the Zhu Family, one of the Four Great Families?

Seeing Mo Han’s lack of manners, Luo Xuanran couldn’t hide the laughter in his eyes, thinking, "Let’s see how arrogant you can be; you’ll be crying later."

Luo Yuantu smelled something different in the air. Just moments ago, Master Zhu seemed very polite, and from what he said, it seemed like he knew Mo Han.

But how could Master Zhu know Mo Han?

Luo Ning also figured out this layer and she turned her gaze to Mo Han, expecting an explanation.

Mo Han gave an awkward smile. At a loss for what to do, Director Lin Renxin approached and said with a surprised tone, "Mister Mo, how come you are here?"

"I just examined Master Zhu’s body, and there are a few places that don’t feel quite right..."

Seeing that Director Lin was about to turn to him, Mo Han quickly interjected, "Director Lin, there is an issue, you should examine him again. I only know a bit of acupuncture, nothing else."

With that, he hurriedly signaled Director Lin with his eyes.

Lin Renxin was a smart man, and after a brief reflection, he understood; Mister Mo didn’t want to expose his medical skills.

He slapped his forehead and laughed, "Ah, look at me, I’ve been so muddle-headed."

"Come, come, let me introduce you, this is Master Zhu. I’ve spoken to him about you before. Your acupuncture skills are truly remarkable."

"Master Zhu’s chronic leg pain has plagued him for many years. Maybe when you have some time, you could give him a few needles to try?"

Seeing Director Lin offer him an out, Zhu Wenjin’s eyes quickly shifted as he eagerly joined the conversation, "Mister Mo, yes, my leg hurts terribly when it rains; I can’t walk at all."

"If you have time, do you think you could treat me?"

Heard by the others, these words carried a certain implication.

The smile on Luo Xuanran’s face instantly stiffened.

What the hell?

Mo Han knows acupuncture?

Was Master Zhu just now asking Mo Han to help with treatment?

Luo Yuantu crossed his arms, fingers stroking his chin, his mind racing with thoughts.

Logically, with the Zhu family’s influence, Master Zhu must have known about Mo Han hitting Zhu Guifen, but Master Zhu showed no reaction at all.

This wasn’t logical!

Luo Ning had an epiphany; it was because of Lin Renxin that Master Zhu knew Mo Han.

But was Master Zhu too anxious?

Not seeking treatment from anyone else, but instead trusting Mo Han’s dubious acupuncture skills?

She shook her head and mouthed a "don’t" to Mo Han.

In her view, Mo Han had just read a few medical books and was purely bluffing.

Bluffing anyone else would have been one thing, but who was the other party? The Zhu family from Jiangling City, one of the Four Great Families!

If he failed to cure Master Zhu, let alone made the condition worse, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Mo Han shrugged nonchalantly, "All right, depends on my mood."

After saying that, without paying further attention to Master Zhu, he grabbed Lin Renxin, "Director Lin, let’s go to the emergency room to check on the old lady."

Lin Renxin’s face turned red as he whispered, "Mister Mo, aren’t you killing me here? What do I need the emergency room for if you’re around?"

Mo Han heaved a sigh and said helplessly, "The person inside, I actually don’t really want to save them, but my wife said I should, and I’m not quite willing to do it myself, so, please help out."

"Ah."

Lin Renxin felt somewhat confused but still agreed without hesitation, "Okay! I’ll try."

The two of them hurried over immediately.

Watching Mo Han and Lin Renxin leave, everyone outside the office looked at each other bewildered.

Depends on his mood?

Wasn’t Mo Han a bit too presumptuous?

The leading bodyguard, furious, was about to charge forward when Zhu Wenjin slapped him away.

"Who told you to act? It seems Mister Mo was right; indeed, it’s time we put our Zhu family in order!"

"Everyone get out!"

Luo Xuanran was dumbstruck. Was Master Zhu genuinely heeding Mo Han’s advice?

And it wasn’t over yet. Zhu Wenjin slowly walked towards Luo Ning, sincerely saying, "Miss Luo, I must apologize for the trouble caused by Zhu Guifen. It was truly inexcusable. I will prepare a gift and formally apologize another day."

"No... no need."

Luo Ning had never spoken with such a prominent figure before and was a bit stuttered, "I, I didn’t actually..."

"Miss Luo is not only beautiful but also so kind-hearted. I am ashamed," said Zhu Wenjin, shaking his head. "Well, I won’t take up any more of Miss Luo’s time. If you ever need anything, just let me know."

After finishing, he waved to Luo Ning and then walked out.

...

Elsewhere, Lin Renxin, dressed in a white lab coat, had already arrived at the emergency room.

Mo Han also followed Lin Renxin in, due to his special status.

"What is the old lady’s condition now?"

Lin Renxin put on a mask and gloves and asked a few of the doctors.

The attending Dr. Wang shook his head and said gravely, "Not very promising. The old lady has been severely stressed, causing a dangerous spike in blood pressure, and there’s also a hematoma in her skull. We need to operate immediately."

"But given her age, the risk is very high if we proceed with cranial surgery at this time."

"Understood."

Lin Renxin nodded his head, his expression turning stern. He turned to Mo Han and pulled him aside, saying in a deep voice, "Mister Mo, you understand the risks of surgery. For a cranial surgery like this, the success rate is only 60%."

"Considering the old lady’s advanced age, the success rate will decline even further."

"Personally, I think it might be better to discuss it with the family first?"

Mo Han fell silent for a while before he finally spoke, "What’s the success rate if you’re the one operating?"

"50%," Lin Renxin replied honestly, "Mainly because there are so many nerves in the skull, I really can’t be sure..."

Mo Han sighed and picked up a silver needle, saying reluctantly, "Then let’s not do the surgery."

"I’ll treat her!"