6 Argumen (1/2)

In that world, there was the profession known as warrior. Through the training of Inner Qi and body fitness, every other action in between had immense strength within. Warriors that were outstanding and strong could even fly across roofs, walk on walls, and crack open huge, gold rocks. When Mo Wen was the imperial physician in the palace, the guards who were serving in the emperor's presence each had their own unique martial art niche.

As the successor of a highly respected medical family, Mo Wen had trained his Inner Qi since a young age. After all, the Mo family was not a normal family and the medical skills passed down over generations were not average medical skills. Many of them required the coupling of Inner Qi before being able to treat complicated illnesses. In that lifetime, Mo Wen had a rather good foundation of Inner Qi. If not for that, he wouldn't have been able to make a name for himself as the miracle physician.

But now, his body did not have a single bit of Inner Qi, so how would he be able to execute the golden needle technique?

Moreover he realized that Lao Yun, who was lying on the hospital bed, was not just a simple man. He had Inner Qi, though not of abundance and far from comparable to what Mo Wen had in that lifetime. However, he had been training up his internal energy. If not for that, upon getting the Purplish Blue and White Flower Poison, it would have been impossible for him to hold on for a period of a few years when an average old person would have died long ago.

Once she heard Mo Wen say that he could not treat her grandfather's illness, Yun Xiaoman's gaze became dull in an instant. Then again, Grandfather Pan and Grandfather Zeng could not even cure him so who else could cure her grandfather's illness?

”Do you know who can treat your grandfather's illness?” said Mo Wen. Yun Xiaoman lifted her head to look at Mo Wen, her face filled with ardent hope. Mo Wen was the only person who dared to diagnose her grandfather's illness and had, in that moment, made her feel as if she was grasping onto the last straw of possibility that her grandfather could be saved.

Mo Wen knitted his brows slightly but did not reply. He said there was someone who could cure Lao Yun's illness, but actually quite a number of them were all people of the mysterious world. Whether or not there were any on earth, he did not know.

Mo Wen's silence had obviously hurt Yun Xiaoman's heart and her gaze dulled as she lowered her head, silently sitting back onto the chair.

Shen Jing lightly sighed but did not step in to interrupt. Mo Wen was just a student after all, and an illness that stumped even Professor Pan and Professor Zeng would definitely be difficult for Mo Wen to figure out. Moreover, she did not completely believe the diagnosis of Lao Yun being poisoned. Yun Xiaoman was not a doctor so she naturally would not have much understanding in the field. However, she knew deep in her heart that with Mo Wen's diagnosis, even if he had really come up with a cure, would not be accepted by the hospital.

The atmosphere dipped into one of silence in an instant. The three people in the room did not speak. Shen Jing quietly dragged a chair for Mo Wen to sit in to prepare for the wait for Pan Aiguo, the consultant, to end and see whether or not they had come up with an effective cure.

Mo Wen's fingers lightly tapped against the stool, periodically gazing at Yun Xiaoman curled up in the corner, while rays of indecisiveness flashed through his eyes.

After an indefinite amount of time, the door of the ward was pushed open by someone outside. A middle-aged lady who looked like a nurse walked in with a serving tray balanced in her hand as she started to insert the intravenous infusion for the patient on the hospital bed.

”Wait,” Mo Wen subconsciously called out to the middle-aged female nurse.

The nurse lifted her head and looked at Mo Wen with confusion. She even halted her actions because she was unsure of Mo Wen's identity.

”Is that glucose?” Mo Wen shot a glance at the intravenous infusion vial in the nurse's hand.

”That's right,” the nurse said and nodded her head, looking at Mo Wen uncomprehendingly.

”Glucose is not suitable for the patient,” said Mo Wen as he knitted his brows.

Blood could prevent the spread of the Purplish Blue and White Flower Poison to a certain degree but performing intravenous infusion would dilute the blood and aid in the spread of the poison. The Purplish Blue and White Flower Poison were not normal kinds of poisons and it would not spread in the blood.

The tip of the middle-aged nurse's brows knitted together and her voice rose a little higher as she said, ”Sir, if I don't perform intravenous infusion on the patient, how can it guarantee that there are nutrients in the patient's body!”