Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 105 - 106: The Legend of the Medical Immortal Qin!
"I must personally kowtow to thank him," Elder Tang said urgently, staring intently at the doctor.
The doctor was startled, then quickly scanned the area where Qin Long had been. "Young Master Qin, why did he leave so quietly? Such is the demeanor of a master!" the attending doctor exclaimed, his face filled with admiration and reverence.
But Elder Tang was still utterly confused. Isn’t Young Master Qin a professor or a top-tier expert from this hospital? How can they not know where he is?
At that moment, the expressions of Tang Yuxiang and Tang Chuchu changed drastically. How could we have forgotten about the crucial witnesses! These doctors personally saw Qin Long save him, and that nurse was on the scene too! It’s too late to try and bribe her now.
"Doctor, who exactly is this Young Master Qin?" Elder Tang’s curiosity reached its peak.
"Young Master Qin? Isn’t he your relative?" one of the doctors replied, equally shocked by the question. "Elder Tang, why are you asking us now?" Did the Tang family not tell him that Young Master Qin saved him?
Suddenly, Elder Tang’s pupils constricted. Qin Long is Young Master Qin? What in the world is going on?
"Elder Tang, if you have such a medical master in your family, there’s no need to come to the hospital," the attending doctor said with a helpless sigh. "Just let him treat you with acupuncture at home. It’s much less risky than coming here."
"A medical master..." Elder Tang muttered to himself, his expression dazed.
"Yes, Young Master Qin must be a medical master. If he hadn’t performed acupuncture on you, by now you would have..." The attending doctor trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
But at these words, Elder Tang was petrified. He hadn’t listened to Tang Yuehua’s explanation. Could the hospital experts really have colluded with Qin Long to deceive him? That’s impossible! Was it really Qin Long who saved me with acupuncture?
The thought alone made Elder Tang’s face flush red with shame. Just moments ago, he had been scolding Qin Long, calling him a menace. Now, that same man was his great benefactor. How could he face this? He wished he could find a hole to crawl into! The regret was immense.
Meanwhile, Tang Yuxiang and Tang Chuchu hung their heads in silence. They could threaten their own family, but these experts had no reason to fear them.
"I... I’ll go buy some gifts immediately and personally deliver them to..." Elder Tang stammered.
Just as he was about to express his gratitude, a voice suddenly carried into the room. "Elder Tang, are you alright?"
A young man dressed in a blue blazer walked in slowly. It was none other than Wang Ming.
"Young Master Wang? Why have you come in person? Please, take a seat!" Upon seeing him, the Tang Family immediately bowed obsequiously.
"How are you feeling, Elder Tang?" Wang Ming asked, feigning great concern as he hurried over, completely ignoring the family’s fawning.
"Young Master Wang, the Elder’s condition has mostly stabilized," Tang Sen said, stepping forward hastily.
Elder Tang was very pleased with Wang Ming.
"How can that be enough?" Wang Ming said. "Elder Mu, please come and take the Elder’s pulse," he added with a respectful smile to an old man by the door.
This master had the air of an immortal sage with an extraordinary demeanor. He appeared to be in his sixties, yet he possessed the vitality of a man in his forties—truly full of vigor. The sight of Mu Daochun alone commanded respect, as he was a renowned medical authority throughout Jiangzhong. It was incredible that Wang Ming had managed to invite him. As a rule, Mu Daochun did not treat common folk. This luminary was extremely proud and rarely gave anyone the time of day.
Seeing the shocked expressions on so many faces, Wang Ming couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. "As soon as I learned of Elder Tang’s illness, I rushed to the provincial capital to fetch Elder Mu. Our journey was unfortunately delayed by heavy fog."
Wang Ming was shrewd. His words both conveyed his concern for Elder Tang and emphasized the great lengths he had gone to, braving a dense fog just to bring Elder Mu.
"Young Master Wang, thank you so much!" Elder Tang said, growing even fonder of Wang Ming.
"Elder Mu, I hope you will lend your skill to treat Elder Tang," Wang Ming said, bowing deeply to Mu Daochun with unwavering respect.
"Alright," Mu Daochun replied, stroking his beard with a faint smile as he slowly approached Elder Tang. He then examined Elder Tang’s tongue and listened to his breathing with his eyes closed. He didn’t even check the pulse, a picture of utter self-assurance.
But no one dared to object. After all, he was an esteemed leader in the Jiangzhong medical community. No one dared to offend an authority like Mu Daochun, least of all the wealthy elites of Jiangzhong, who all wished for a long life.
After a few minutes, Mu Daochun slowly opened his eyes. "Hmm, indeed, there seems to be no serious issue."
Hearing this, a weight lifted from Elder Tang’s heart.
"Haha, I never expected the First People’s Hospital of Jiangzhong to have such talent. It seems I, an old man, have been out of touch," Mu Daochun said, slowly getting up and casting his gaze at the several experts to the side.
"Ah, Elder Mu, it wasn’t actually us who saved him," one of the experts said, scratching his head in embarrassment. "It was someone from the elder’s own family who intervened. We were merely assisting..."
"Is that so?" Mu Daochun’s eyes opened wide in astonishment.
"Yes, Elder Mu! It seems it was Elder Tang’s grandson-in-law. He managed to cure the ailment with just an alcohol lamp and a trash bag, of all things. It’s utterly beyond our comprehension," another expert added, his voice full of admiration.
Hearing this, Mu Daochun’s eyebrows shot up. "Just with an alcohol lamp? That’s absolutely impossible! I’ve already assessed the elder’s condition. The only way to avoid surgery and achieve a direct cure would be if a true Medical Immortal intervened, using a lost form of traditional medicine. And these days in Jiangzhong, besides the renowned Qin Medical Immortal, no one possesses such skill. You’re not going to tell me that Elder Tang’s grandson-in-law also happens to be named Qin, are you?"
Mu Daochun was a highly skilled doctor who often treated dignitaries and nobles, so countless elites in Jiangzhong held him in high regard. He had also heard the recent tales of the Qin Medical Immortal that were circulating among them.
The thing was, Qin Long had specifically instructed Zhao Ruoying and Jiang Haijing not to disclose his identity. Otherwise, the Tang family’s courtyard would be besieged by countless dignitaries seeking either treatment or The Art of Health Preservation. But even though Zhao Ruoying and Jiang Haijing kept silent, word had somehow begun to leak out in Jiangzhong. Since Mu Daochun frequently treated the city’s elites, he had heard some things. Furthermore, even a high-ranking official like Lord Jiang had praised the Medical Immortal, which meant this person was certainly no ordinary individual.
"Is his surname Qin?" Mu Daochun asked, looking at the experts with a sense of urgency.
"Dad, is that Qin Medical Immortal really so miraculous?" Tang Yuxiang asked Tang Sen, looking puzzled. "Didn’t Elder Hua mention him before? And now even Elder Mu knows about him?"
"I’m not entirely sure," Tang Sen replied, his eyes filled with awe. "But the rumors say the Medical Immortal can revive the dead and grow flesh on bone. His medical expertise is said to be unmatched in all the world!"
