C35 (2/2)

Chen Mo understood now, it seemed like the old man did not think that it was expensive, he just thought that it was too cheap.

When he was at the Mount Qingxia, Master and Martial Uncle treated all the villagers. After the acupuncture was done, which villager would not have a bitter expression when paying their medical fees? If it wasn't for the rules of the Mystical Doctor Sect, who knows if the villagers would even bargain!

But in this big city, there were many rich people, and each one was more willful than the last. It was one thing to not mention the price, but he was trying his best to increase it.

It was the same for An Donghu's family, and now that they met Zhao Xianliang, it was the same, what the hell was going on!?

After getting scolded, Zhao Jinglun was like an eggplant that had been beaten up by frost. He could only click his tongue, not daring to say a word.

Chen Mo never thought that such a dignified and upright man would have such a face in front of his own father. He said, ”Old sir, this seven hundred yuan is the price for my acupuncture. It is not the price of your life. Furthermore, this is the price I am offering you. You cannot give too much, but you absolutely cannot give too little either.

”Who made the rules?” Zhao Xianliang asked curiously.

Chen Mo said: ”The rules set by my master, are also rules that I believe to be reasonable.”

Zhao Xianliang sighed: ”If that's the case, then the little doctor's medical skills are way too cheap.”

Chen Mo did not agree with what he said, ”I only know of the differences in medical skills, but I have never heard of the difference between high prices and low prices.”

Zhao Xianliang was startled!

There were only high and low levels of medical skills, there was no difference between high and low prices!

Chen Mo's words caused Zhao Xianliang to be unable to recover from his shock for a long time.

He had been a doctor for most of his life. Although he had put down the scalpel for more than ten years, his knowledge and insight had not been lost.

Although he had always been studying western medicine and did not understand much about Chinese medicine, he knew that Chen Mo's Acupuncture was very powerful.

How powerful was he?!

Able to cure his hemorrhagic stroke with seven needles.

That was a miracle in medicine!

With this skill, even if he didn't have a degree or a license, he would still be highly sought after in any hospital.

You want a degree? If he were to arrange for a training qualification, wouldn't two years be enough.

You want a license? As long as he had a degree, it wouldn't be difficult for him to obtain a license after passing the examination.

No matter what, there was no need for him to practise medicine in such a manner and charge such a low fee.

Zhao Xianliang was filled with curiosity towards Chen Mo, but at the same time, he felt pity for him.

What he was curious about was his background, as well as the miraculous needle technique.

Where did he come from, and where did he come from? Just what kind of needle technique was the Thirteen Needles of Buring Sun that could cure his hemorrhagic stroke with seven needles? Why had he never heard of it himself?

Zhao Xianliang had many questions in his heart, but he could not ask them out loud. After all, this needle technique was extremely mysterious. One didn't even need to think to know that it was a secret that no one was willing to pass on. If he were to rashly inquire about it and arouse the young man's disgust, then it wouldn't be worth it.

It was a pity that such an unpolished jade could not be carved in his hands. It was truly a pity, a pity!