Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 288 - 291: Traditional Chinese Medicine?

Chapter 288: Chapter 291: Traditional Chinese Medicine?

The middle-aged man’s face also darkened, but he did not respond.

"Mr. Ma, shall I go and look for him now?"

The man in the gray suit spoke again, cautiously addressing the middle-aged man.

"No need, didn’t you hear what the doctor just said? He has important matters and went to see Elder An, didn’t he? There might be a more critical patient there. Once he’s done, he will naturally come over,"

a glint of light flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, but quickly, his gaze darkened again, and he waved his hand, speaking faintly.

"Humph, what patient could be more important than Elder Mr. Ma?"

The man in the gray suit expressed his dissatisfaction with a cold snort.

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze turned icy.

"Yes, Mr. Ma, I misspoke."

The man in the gray suit’s face turned pale, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He glanced around to ensure no one else was nearby apart from their own group before cautiously apologizing to the middle-aged man.

"Just wait patiently. Are you not even this composed at your age?"

The middle-aged man’s face eased slightly as he glanced around, speaking softly.

"But... the condition of the Elder..."

The man in the gray suit trailed off, hesitant to continue.

"Sigh... there’s no use in hurrying now."

The middle-aged man’s expression darkened upon hearing the man in the gray suit’s words, and he let out a long sigh, turning his head to look in the direction Dr. Zhang had gone.

"He’s coming!"

The man in the gray suit, about to say something upon the middle-aged man’s comment, suddenly brightened and excitedly exclaimed.

"So soon?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He had heard that Dr. Zhang was supposed to help Divine Doctor An with a serious patient, which would require at least an hour for surgery and treatment, yet it hadn’t even been thirty minutes, and he was back.

But as he looked over, he had already seen Dr. Zhang rushing back with the so-called Little Divine Doctor who had pulled him away earlier.

In a split second, he had suppressed the doubts in his mind, stood up straight, and approached Dr. Zhang with a smile on his face.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, when he had brought the old gentleman along for the medical visit, they had disguised themselves and not revealed their identities; they were only known as friends introduced by a wealthy merchant. It was essential to attend to such details meticulously to prevent any slip-ups.

"Dr. Zhang, you’ve returned."

After a glance at Xiao Yi, the middle-aged man turned his attention back to Dr. Zhang, smiling as he spoke to him.

"Mr. Ma, I’m really sorry for just now, there indeed was an urgent matter. But this trip was worthwhile, I now am confident about your father’s illness!"

Dr. Zhang looked slightly apologetic as he spoke to Mr. Ma, then his face lit up with joy.

"Ah?"

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Ma was momentarily stunned, then a look of surprise crossed his face, "Dr. Zhang, really? Have you truly thought of a way? That’s wonderful!"

"I said I’ve thought of a way, which means I have, and we’ll go arrange the surgery for your father right now."

Dr. Zhang glanced at Xiao Yi, his face beaming with confidence, as he smiled at the middle-aged man.

Seeing Dr. Zhang’s expression, which didn’t seem insincere, Mr. Ma was filled with a mix of surprise and skepticism. What’s going on? When Dr. Zhang spoke to him earlier, although he hadn’t explained everything completely, the look on his face had clearly lacked confidence, as if he was not quite sure about the illness. How had he become so utterly confident in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that Divine Doctor An actually understood Western medicine, the stuff of cardiology, too? That he knew enough to give advice to Mr. Zhang?

If that was really the case, he should have sought out Mr. An sooner.

But almost immediately, a joyful smile broke out on his face. No matter what, his father’s illness could be cured, and that was incredibly good news!

"Good, then I’ll leave it in Dr. Zhang’s hands! If my father’s condition improves, I shall reward you handsomely!"

Mr. Ma said excitedly, clasping his hands in a traditional greeting to Dr. Zhang.

"No need for formalities, it’s my duty to treat the sick and save lives. Oh, by the way, Mr. Ma, let me introduce you. This is my friend Xiao Yi, he’s also a doctor. This time, your father’s treatment will largely depend on him."

Dr. Zhang waved off Mr. Ma’s offer of a hefty reward, seeming indifferent to it. He excitedly introduced Xiao Yi to Mr. Ma instead. Having treated many patients from prestigious families, he was accustomed to their ways, and he had no real need for money now. Further, he was not a materialistic person and didn’t hold too strong a concept of wealth.

"Ah?"

Upon hearing Dr. Zhang’s words, Mr. Ma and the others with him all showed expressions of surprise, turning their gazes towards Xiao Yi.

On everyone’s faces was an almost readable thought: Him? This kid-like fellow?

"Hello, Mr. Ma. My name is Xiao Yi, a friend of Dr. Zhang. I hope to be able to help your father this time and see him recover soon."

Xiao Yi, who was used to skepticism about his medical abilities, wasn’t bothered when he saw Mr. Ma’s expression, implying doubt about his age and skills. He simply smiled faintly and extended his hand to Mr. Ma.

"Hello... you must be Doctor Xiao, a true example of ’a young hero.’ May I know which school you graduated from, and do you work at this hospital as well?"

Although startled for a moment, Mr. Ma was no ordinary man. After hearing Xiao Yi’s greeting, he quickly smiled and shook hands with him, while inquiring about Xiao Yi’s background.

"Mr. Ma, to be honest, I don’t really consider myself a doctor. I’ve never attended medical school, nor have I worked in a hospital. I have only learned some superficial medical skills following my great-grandfather since I was young. Dr. Zhang was overselling me."

Xiao Yi spoke to Mr. Ma with neither humility nor arrogance.

"Xiao Yi, you’re being too modest. Though you haven’t worked in a hospital, you are indeed the most talented doctor I’ve met, and you were the one who sparked my interest in traditional Chinese medicine."

Dr. Zhang, who wasn’t one for pleasantries, couldn’t help but cut in directly, unable to stand the roundabout conversation between Mr. Ma and Xiao Yi.

Traditional Chinese medicine?

Mr. Ma’s heart sank a bit further upon hearing Dr. Zhang’s words.

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