In the room.

Mo Bai's face was pale and sweaty on his face. He sat on a chair and his breathing became much more rapid.

His physical condition is still very bad, but after just a little concentration, he almost couldn't hold on.

He let out a long breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his dim eyes: "You can't delay any more, you must recover as soon as possible!"

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to the father and son, and thought to himself: "It starts from here."

And at this moment.

However, the father and son were no longer in the mood to care about Mo Bai's condition. Chu Ruo first held a towel and looked at his father's face with excitement, his eyes were startled and ecstatic.

The middle-aged man saw that his son was abnormal, and after a slight pause, he subconsciously opened his mouth and asked, "What's my face, huh? My voice..."

Halfway through his words, his eyelids suddenly twitched, and his chest fluctuated violently twice. He raised his eyes and stared at Chu Ruoxian, as if he hoped he would confirm.

Chu Ruoxian nodded repeatedly: "Dad, you, your face has recovered, it has recovered..."

"That's good?" The middle-aged man seemed a little dazed, murmured in his mouth, and then shouted loudly: "Give me a mirror for my father!"

"Okay, okay!" Chu Ruoxian followed suit, and looked around the house excitedly, but never found it.

Only then did I remember that because my father had a crooked face after he was sick, he was afraid that he would be upset because of this, so he put away all the mirrors.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly ran out the door. At the door, he heard him shouting loudly regardless of his demeanor: "Come here, hurry up, come here immediately!"

The middle-aged man lay on the bed. Seeing his son so uneasy, he did not blame him and let him yell in the room.

...

In an instant, a few more people were added in the room.

Butler Zhou is here!

The concubines are here!

Several servants were even in.

They all gathered in the room, looking at the bed looking in the mirror in surprise, observing their master.

Mo Bai was still sitting quietly aside without interrupting it. Looking at the room, it seemed that the vitality suddenly increased, as if it had changed into a new atmosphere. He understood very well that the patient was tortured by the whole family!

"Sir!" After a while, the middle-aged man finally came to his senses from his surprise, put down the mirror, and did not talk to his family, but he remembered Mo Bai at the first time.

He looked up and looked around, but saw that it was all family members, and Mo Bai was not seen. His face suddenly changed: "Where is the sir, what about the sir?"

"Sir..." Chu Ruoxian also reacted in an instant. At this moment, what is the most important thing, and his eyes were directly towards the direction where Mo Bai was sitting.

The person who was originally gathered by the bed in front immediately flashed away and looked at the young man sitting there, looking at the pale face.

At this moment, whether it was Housekeeper Zhou, the concubine in the house, or the servant, all looked at the beautiful and young Mo Bai in a dazzling manner.

You know, there are countless famous doctors coming and going in and out in this room in two months, but there has never been any results. But this man looked so young, and he actually saw miraculous results with his hands. How great!

Butler Zhou was even more thrilling. You must know that he had learned in advance that the lady was going to invite the doctor from the martial arts world. Fortunately, there was no trouble to stop him. Otherwise, what would happen?

Mo Bai let out a breath, felt his calm bloodline, slowly stood up, let everyone look at it, and whispered to the middle-aged man: "Master Chu, do you feel okay?"

"Okay, okay!" The middle-aged man looked at the young doctor Mo Bai, and his mentality was no longer as good as before. He was not disrespectful. He replied repeatedly: "Sir, it's true that the miracle doctor, I have been negligent before, so please don't blame me!"

Chu Ruoxian no longer cared about his face or not. In front of the servants, he bowed deeply and fell to the ground with a sincere attitude: "Sir, I offended you."

"No need to do this. It is the duty of the doctor to cure diseases and save people!" Mo Bai took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and helped Chu Ruo first. At this time, the young man no longer underestimated him. Why should he lose the face of the young man? It would be useless and there might be communication later.

Inside the house, the family members couldn't help but thank him again. Mo Bai responded politely, then looked at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

"Okay, if you first, let's send everyone out!" The middle-aged man spoke and dispersed everyone.

"Yes!" Ruo nodded first and looked at everyone: "Let's go out first. The sir has to treat my father, so it's not noisy!"

"Then master, let's see you later!"

"Sir, I'll ask you, please be careful..."

...

Chu Ruo first sent everyone out of the room, but called out to Butler Zhou at the stairs and said solemnly: "Uncle Zhou, before the gentleman leaves, you must prepare the medical fee and must not be neglected..."

"Yes, young master, I'll do it now, and I will definitely satisfy the teacher!" Butler Zhou saved it and immediately said in a deep voice.

"Well, there is also...send someone to bring Ruohan back!" Chu Ruo nodded first, but suddenly stopped, turned around and hesitated for a moment, but said.

Butler Zhou's face turned awkward. He remembered the aggrieved look of the lady crying and being sent to school. He couldn't help but shake his head, but he didn't object, and knew the young master's meaning. After all, the young master was very disrespectful to the gentleman, and the gentleman should have a better impression of the young master.

Now that the situation is now, seeing the young miracle doctor’s extraordinary skills, why don’t you worry that there is a gap in his heart that will affect his treatment of the master?

"Yes, I'll send someone now!" Butler Zhou nodded.

"Okay!" Chu Ruo turned his head first and walked into the house. His steps were obviously much lighter than before.

And inside the house.

"Sir, I am making you laugh. I have lived for decades, but I still can't see through this life and death matter!" The middle-aged man lay on the bed, his spirit was no longer as dull as before. He said to Mo Baibo with a little self-deprecating, and also praised Mo Baibo in his words.

"Mr. Chu is so serious. No matter whether it is seventy years old or three years old, it is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. How can you laugh?" Mo Bai shook his head and said seriously: "If everyone sees through life and death, without thinking, then what's the use of us, who are meticulous in studying medicine?"

The middle-aged man was already old and just now he was like a naughty boy, unable to control his emotions, and was always a little embarrassed. He heard that he calmed down again and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he looked at Mo Bai's face and looked at him carefully: "Sir, you don't look very good, but because I was so tired of putting an acupuncture for me just now?"

Mo Bai praised in his heart that no matter whether this middle-aged man is really concerned or falsely concerned, at least he can resist asking about his own situation, and he is already considered a very stylish person.

He smiled slightly, was silent for a moment, and murmured softly: "It's not because of Mr. Chu, but because he was suffering from a serious illness!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man paused, and his eyes were obviously surprised: "With your medical skills, can't you even be self-governed?"

Mo Bai smiled as if he was calm and gentle, "It was possible, but there was some accident... So, I'm not afraid of you to make a joke. The reason why I set up a stall opposite Jishi Medical Center was to find some opportunities to diagnose the rich and noble families so that I could earn some money to govern myself."

"Oh, how could he reach this point with such medical skills?" The middle-aged man saw Mo Bai's medical skills at this moment, and it was hard to imagine that Mo Bai would be short of money.

"Haha..." Mo Bai did not answer again, but a helpless bitterness flashed in his eyes. It was fleeting in an instant, and he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Mr. Chu, you have a clear idea of ​​your situation. I will be here today. I will prescribe a prescription for you later. You can send someone to take the medicine, decoct according to the prescription, and take three doses in a row. After you see the effect, how can you tell me how to dialect it for you?"

"Huh?" When talking about his condition, the middle-aged man was naturally cheering up his spirits. He stared at Mo Bai without blinking his eyes and said with hope: "Sir, as soon as your skillful hand came out, the miraculous effect appeared. Look at this condition..."

"Fortunately, it is not difficult to just stand up. After these three doses of decoctions, you should be able to get up and move a little." Mo Bai no longer said vaguely as before, but this time he gave a clear reply.

Actually, the key is that even if you say it before, people won’t believe it, but instead think you are a big talk.

But it was different at this moment. Sure enough, when Mo Bai gave such a definite answer, the middle-aged man's face became more rosy, and his eyes flashed with joy. This time he still calmed down: "You mean, I can get up in three days?"

"Well, the recovery of stroke is not a matter of two or three days, but just getting up, as long as you find the crux of the problem, prescribe the right medicine, and clear the stagnation, your hands and feet will be able to move." Mo Bai nodded.

"But!" Speaking of this, Mo Bai looked slightly upright and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "The key is that the centipede in your eyes may not be easy to deal with."

"The centipede in my eyes?" The middle-aged man was stunned, but his face suddenly turned sharp: "What do you mean by sir? Could it be that I was even infected with the witchcraft and really had a worm in my eyes?"

"Of course not!" Mo Bai heard this and quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. Chu misunderstood. Of course, this is not a real centipede. The reason why you see centipede waving in front of you is actually because the nerves that control your vision in your mind are pressed, so that you will see phantoms. The nerves are different from blood vessels. Although they rely solely on prescriptions, they cannot achieve full results in a short period of time, and are accompanied by the risk of blindness at any time."

"Blind..." The middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank. At this time, he naturally would not believe in Mo Bai's words. When he thought of blindness, he could not accept it. It would be impossible to lie on the bed, but if he was blind, he would probably be more troublesome to his situation in the patrol department.

"Sir, since you have seen the crux of the problem, you must have a good prescription!" The middle-aged man was still calm and said in a deep voice.

"You have to get the needle!" Mo Bai nodded without hesitation, but he flashed helplessly on his face: "But now, my body..."
Chapter completed!