Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 106 - 107: Mu Daochun’s Conclusion!
If he could just latch onto a Medical Immortal like that, wouldn’t the Tang Family take off immediately? His own status would soar, and he could even ask about The Art of Health Preservation. Living past ninety would be no problem at all.
"Elder Mu..." The expert stammered, looking embarrassed after a few seconds of stunned silence.
"Spit it out," Mu Daochun said, clearly growing impatient.
"Old Master Tang’s grandson-in-law... his surname is also Qin," the expert said doubtfully.
He didn’t know who this "Qin Medical Immortal" was that Mu Daochun spoke of, but Qin Long’s surname was indeed Qin.
"What!" Upon hearing this, the color drained from Mu Daochun’s face. He gaped at the expert as his heart sank and immediately walked over to Old Master Tang.
If his grandson-in-law is also named Qin and possesses such heaven-defying medical skills... could he possibly be *the one*? Mu Daochun fell into deep thought, growing more shocked the more he considered it.
The members of the Tang Family, including Old Master Tang himself, were utterly baffled and stood rooted to the spot.
"Elder Mu, may I ask the real name of that Qin Medical Immortal?" Tang Sen asked eagerly.
"I’m afraid I don’t know," Mu Daochun said, shaking his head with a helpless sigh. He had only ever heard the title "Qin Medical Immortal"; he had never met the man in person.
Hearing this, Wang Ming felt a sense of foreboding. He raised an eyebrow and cut in, "What’s this about Old Master Tang’s grandson-in-law? Are you talking about Qin Long?"
The specialist turned and gave a nod of confirmation. "Yes, his name is Qin Long."
"He was the one who saved the old master," several other specialists chimed in, emphasizing the point.
Wang Ming stared in disbelief for a second, then burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me? What medical skills could Qin Long possibly have? The man needs a cane just to walk! How could he possibly know acupuncture? I, Wang Ming, will say this right now: if he knows medicine, I’ll take his surname!"
Wang Ming’s face was full of disdain, his lips curling into a scornful sneer.
"Young Master Wang, what do you mean by that?" Before Tang Sen could speak, Mu Daochun turned to Wang Ming, his expression perplexed.
"Elder Mu, allow me to explain," Wang Ming said. "For the past three years, that Qin Long has been a complete idiot. He wears diapers, for crying out loud! He has the intelligence of a child.
"On top of that, his right leg is disabled, and he can only get around with a cane. If he really possessed such incredible medical skills, why wouldn’t he heal his own leg first?
"There has to be a misunderstanding. The one who saved the old master could not possibly have been Qin Long."
This is ridiculous, Wang Ming thought. A damned cripple, and they’re treating him like some Medical Immortal? That’s like mistaking a pile of dog shit for gold.
Hearing this, the Tang Family members began to murmur amongst themselves, quickly reaching the same conclusion. Mu Daochun also nodded slightly. Wang Ming had a point. If Qin Long couldn’t even cure himself, how could he possibly treat others? He would have to heal his own right leg to prove his abilities. That being the case, Qin Long must only know some rudimentary massage and acupuncture techniques; he couldn’t be the legendary Medical Immortal.
"Li Huanhuan, you were inside assisting. Did you see anything?" a middle-aged specialist asked, turning his gaze to the nurse.
The nurse looked puzzled. "I helped the old master get cleaned up, but then I... I accidentally fell asleep. I don’t really know what happened."
Hearing this, Tang Yuxiang sneered. "Well, that settles it, then. Qin Long is just a freeloading clown in our Tang Family. I know exactly what that good-for-nothing is capable of. He doesn’t know the first thing about acupuncture. Grandfather’s recovery had absolutely nothing to do with him."
As soon as he spoke, anyone who might have defended Qin Long fell silent. The rest of the Tang Family immediately voiced their agreement. Tang Yuehua opened her mouth to speak, but a sharp, warning glare from her older brother, Tang Sen, stopped her.
Even Old Master Tang felt a pang of disappointment. Had Qin Long really saved me? Was I about to repay kindness with ingratitude? But now... it seems I must have recovered on my own. Qin Long just happened to be there at the right time.
"If you’re saying Qin Long only had an alcohol lamp... and no silver needles or anything... then the old master’s illness really wasn’t treated by him."
Li Huanhuan remembered seeing a lot of dark blood when she was dealing with the trash bag. Just as she was about to mention it, Wang Ming quietly stepped up beside her. "What were you going to say, pretty miss?"
The naive Li Huanhuan, seeing it was Young Master Wang, spoke without reservation. "I saw black blood in the garbage bag. Maybe it was from Qin Long’s acupuncture..."
Before she could finish, Wang Ming’s heart skipped a beat. I have to get rid of that trash bag, no matter what. He then quietly moved closer to Li Huanhuan and slipped a pearl bracelet onto her wrist.
Meanwhile, Old Master Tang had also come to a conclusion: Qin Long was just trying to take advantage of a lucky coincidence. He wanted to claim the credit to prevent the family from kicking him out.
When everyone heard Mu Daochun’s analysis, they all nodded in agreement. In the hospital room, only Tang Yuehua still had her doubts; she firmly believed Qin Long had saved her father. But it was useless. No one else believed it.
"Seeing that the old master is out of danger, I shall take my leave," Mu Daochun announced. "The wife of the new district’s warden is waiting for this old man’s acupuncture treatment." With a slight wave of his hand, he swaggered away.
"Thank you, Elder Mu, for coming to help my father. This is a double-sided jade Buddha. Please, you must accept it!" Tang Sen immediately took an antique brocade box from his pocket and offered it to him. This gift had originally been intended as a bribe for the attending physician—to alter or forge a will after his father died. Now that his father was fine, using it to curry favor with Mu Daochun was an excellent alternative.
"There’s no need. Young Master Wang has already compensated me, and besides, I didn’t actually do anything today." Mu Daochun smiled, declining Tang Sen’s offer while making sure to put in a good word for Wang Ming.
Hearing this, Wang Ming shot a flirtatious wink at Li Huanhuan before jogging over to see Mu Daochun out. Once Elder Mu was gone, Wang Ming returned to the room.
"Go tell your director that Old Master Tang is my, Wang Ming’s, future grandfather-in-law," he ordered the attending physician with an air of superiority. "He is to receive the best imported medicine. Put all expenses on my account."
"Old Master, please just focus on your recovery. I’ll take care of everything," Wang Ming said, then warmly carried the gifts he had brought into the room.
In his heart, Old Master Tang felt that this Wang Ming was a fine young man. He couldn’t help but compare him to Qin Long, and this comparison only strengthened his resolve to kick that freeloader out by any means necessary.
"Alright, I have matters to discuss with Young Master Wang. The rest of you may leave," Old Master Tang said, his cold gaze sweeping over the family members. Hearing his command, they retreated like an ebbing tide, leaving the two of them alone in the room.
"Old Master, how are the arrangements for the Tang family’s courtyard coming along?" Wang Ming asked as soon as he closed the door, casting a cautious glance toward the entrance.
Now, every time he thought of Tang Xuewu’s perfect figure, an uncontrollable fire ignited within him. It had gotten so bad that he had to bring a different supermodel home every day, picturing Tang Xuewu’s face while he fiercely vented his frustrations.
