"Doctor Mo, what do you mean?" Qiao De asked in confusion.
"Mr. Qiao, I want to ask you, when you fell on the mountain, were your feet cut by some plants?" asked Morais.
Joad thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, I did cut my feet with a thorny plant, but the wound was not deep, so I didn't pay much attention to it."
"That's right. My guess is that you were probably pricked by a Euphorbia plant like Euphorbia milii. Plus, you didn't treat the wound well, which caused your feet to become ulcerated."
"But treatment is simple, and any hospital can cure it. But from these reports, I see that the doctor who treated you didn't prescribe the right medicine. Instead, he prescribed a bunch of irrelevant Western medicine and tests. If you actually took these Western medicines, they would have serious side effects on your body."
"So I think this doctor is either a quack or a fraud. He kept you in the hospital for such a long time just to make money."
To Qiao De, Morales' words were like a bolt of thunder.
In order to heal his feet, his granddaughter borrowed money from loan sharks and almost couldn't get her back.
All this was caused by a quack doctor.
If those loan sharks are hateful, then this quack doctor who kills people without shedding blood should be cut into pieces.
"He...how could he do this? Doesn't he even have the most basic medical ethics?" Joad said with trembling lips.
"Fuck! This guy is a fucking beast. People like him should be arrested and shot. How many ordinary people can't afford medical treatment because of such quack doctors." The man on the side suddenly burst into curses.
Mo Laishi looked at him with a very strange look and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
If the man hadn't suddenly interrupted, he would have almost forgotten that this guy was still here.
The man said awkwardly, "I actually wanted to become your disciple, but I saw you were busy just now, so I didn't bother you."
"Become a disciple? Become a disciple of which master?" Mo Laishi asked in confusion.
"Of course I want to learn martial arts from you. Since you are so good at fighting, just teach me." The man said without any awkwardness.
Ever since the man witnessed Morais beating up twenty men alone in the warehouse, he has worshipped Morais as a god.
If he could fight half as well as the other party, no one would dare to bully him in the future.
"What's your name? Why were you taken to that place?" Morais did not directly agree or refuse, but asked about the man's background.
"My name is Zhang Dawei, I'm 25 years old. I used to work at the Yong'an construction site. The developer then absconded, owing us three months' wages. I took my fellow workers to the foreman to demand our wages, but the bald foreman told me to negotiate on our behalf and that the others could go back. As soon as I entered the warehouse, I was surrounded by a group of people, hung up, and severely beaten."
"That's when I realized that this bald guy had no intention of paying us our wages. He was in cahoots with that group of people."
"I originally thought I was dead, but I didn't expect you, Master, to show up in time and beat those guys to a pulp. It was such a relief. So I decided to stay by your side and serve you from now on." Zhang Dawei said vividly.
Mo Laishi's head was full of black lines.
You are fucking 25 years old, and I am only 20. Although my hair is a little gray, I don’t look like an old man at all, right?
Also, why did you call me Master before I even agreed?
"Saving you is just a matter of convenience. There is no way I would accept you as my disciple. Take this ointment back and apply it yourself. Don't bother me again in the future." Mo Laishi said impatiently and handed Zhang Dawei a bottle of black medicine.
"No, Master, can you bear to see such a lovely disciple of yours being bullied in the future?" Zhang Dawei was anxious.
"Block it, bounce it back. If you dare to call me Master again, I will take you back to that warehouse and hang you up." Mo Laishi said with a stern face.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dawei immediately covered his mouth.
However, after being treated like this by Zhang Dawei, Qiao De's emotions were not so excited anymore.
At this time, Qiao Xun'er asked curiously, "Brother Mo, aren't you a Chinese medicine practitioner? How come you can read a Western medicine report?"
"Oh, I studied in a medical university for a period of time, and later went to some large hospitals to help out, so I know a little about Western medicine." Mo Laishi said briefly.
But Morais did not brag, but was humble.
Although he had been practicing with Yun Qingzi since he was a child, he actually did not stay in Yunfeng Mountain all the time during these twenty years. Instead, he spent two-thirds of his time traveling outside with his master.
During this period, he completed four years of undergraduate and graduate courses at the best medical university in the country in just half a year.
He also published several papers anonymously in the world's most authoritative journal, The Lancet, which caused quite a stir worldwide.
He mentioned that he had helped some major hospitals, including serving as a visiting consultant at the Cleveland Clinic, the University Hospital of Zurich, and the Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States.
As for why he doesn't have a medical license, the reason is very simple: Morais is too lazy to take the exam.
So he not only can understand Western medicine reports, but he is even more proficient in them than many Western doctors.
"Oh, never mind, let's just say we met the wrong person." Joad sighed.
Qiao De is an honest man who has been kind to others for most of his life, so even if he encountered such a thing, he would just think that he was unlucky.
"Forget it? Why should we forget it? If we don't expose such a quack, he will only harm more people in the future." Mo Laishi narrowed his eyes.
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