Under Li Erli's guidance, the Ford Cortina sped all the way and arrived at Granville Road in Tsim Sha Tsui in the blink of an eye.
After searching for a while, we stopped the car at a remote courtyard. There was a white-framed sign at the gate with three large characters written in flowing strokes on it - Vanilla Hall.
As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can smell a strong scent of Chinese herbal medicine. The courtyard is surrounded by flowers and plants, or unknown Chinese herbal medicines.
When I walked into the lobby, I saw an old man wearing a black Chinese robe, with gray hair and a kind face. He was taking the pulse of a long queue of patients one by one with his eyes closed.
"Doctor Ji! A friend of mine is injured. I hope you can help him as soon as possible."
Li Erli showed respect on his face and begged quickly to the old man who was taking his pulse.
"Ali! You should know my rules. Unless your life is on the line, everyone has to queue."
The old man took a look, then looked away, continued to treat the patient attentively, and then took a brush and wrote a prescription on the paper.
"Doctor Ji! Please take a look! No matter how much money is offered, he really can't hold on any longer."
Mo Zhexuan asked several bodyguards to carry Wang Yalin in. Of course, they covered him with several layers of clothes to prevent others from seeing anything.
"Carry him into the house quickly."
The old man saw Wang Yalin's pale face and immediately understood. He then shouted to the young girl who was picking up medicine in front of him:
"Xiao Jing! Come and treat them."
"Okay! Grandpa!" The little girl was wearing a green dress and had two ponytails. Her expression was extremely solemn and serious.
After he came to the old man's original seat and sat down, he instantly turned into a miraculous doctor, prescribing medicine for each patient smoothly.
As soon as he arrived in the inner room, the old man took out a cloth bag from a shelf, which was filled with scalpels of different sizes.
After disinfecting with an alcohol lamp, he applied a kind of herbal medicine on Wang Yalin's wound, then pointed the knife at the muzzle and removed the bullet.
An hour later, the operation was successfully completed. The two bloody bullets on the face were shining coldly, as if telling something.
"Doctor Ji! How is the patient?"
Mo Zhexuan waited until the old man came out and then asked quickly.
After spending some time with Wang Yalin, he had already regarded him as a real brother, so he didn't want anything to happen to him.
"Your face...is truly unique! There's a faint trace of deathly aura lingering between your brows, but there's a soaring aura of nobility about your forehead. It's truly indescribable!"
The old man looked at Mo Zhexuan deeply, his expression showing a hint of confusion, a hint of surprise, and finally a hint of smile, and then he explained:
"The patient's physical condition is very good. Most people would have collapsed long ago due to excessive blood loss. It is a miracle that he has managed to hold on until now. He is now out of danger. Next, it depends on his recovery ability."
"Doctor Ji! Thank you! This is all the cash I brought today. Just name a price and I'll have my bodyguard deliver it to me this afternoon."
Mo Zhexuan was now deeply shocked. On the one hand, he admired the old man's eyes, which almost saw through him, and on the other hand, he was full of gratitude towards him.
If the other party had not saved Wang Yalin, the consequences would have been unimaginable. He quickly took out his leather wallet and handed the thick stack of banknotes inside to the old man.
"A gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way. This is especially true for us Chinese medicine practitioners, so I will only take the portion I deserve."
The old man took out only ten 500-yuan bills from the thick stack of banknotes and handed the remaining bills to Mo Zhexuan.
"Doctor Ji! You saved my brother's life. That's a debt that cannot be measured with money. Please use the remaining money as his medical expenses, food and lodging for the time being!"
Mo Zhexuan was really impressed. In today's capitalist society, it was rare to find someone who didn't love money.
If I go to the hospital, the cost of surgery for such a gunshot wound and a full recovery would be at least HK$100,000. But the other party only charged me HK$5,000 and refused to pay. He is truly a kind-hearted doctor.
"Take it back! These five thousand Hong Kong dollars already cover his surgery and all subsequent expenses."
The old man had a kind smile on his face. After stuffing the thick stack of banknotes into Mo Zhexuan's wallet, he said solemnly:
"I see that your forehead is full and your face is broad and round. In particular, the acupuncture points outside the meridians reveal a hint of nobility. In the future, you will surely gather wealth from all directions and become extremely noble. I hope that when you have the energy to do so, you can support traditional Chinese medicine."
"Recently, some Japanese pirates have been asking me to buy ancient prescriptions. These are priceless treasures passed down by our ancestors, so I naturally refused them outright. However, I cannot change the general trend. The decline of Chinese medicine has become a trend, so this is my request to you, please."
"Doctor Ji! Don't worry, one day in the future I will invest in the development of Traditional Chinese Medicine and set up a company to protect the ancient Chinese medicine formulas. This is our Chinese treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years and must be passed down to our descendants."
Mo Zhexuan immediately agreed solemnly. He didn't expect that the Japanese pirates were already buying up Chinese medicine prescriptions on a large scale. These were truly priceless treasures of our China!
While we Chinese people discriminate against traditional Chinese medicine, the Japanese pirates across the sea from us are secretly planning the traditional Chinese medicine market and applying for patents for ancient Chinese medicine formulas.
By the 21st century, the Chinese people, who had always discriminated against traditional Chinese medicine, finally paid a heavy price, and a large number of century-old traditional Chinese medicine companies were taken over by Japanese pirates.
More than 70% of the world's traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions are controlled by Japanese pirates, and they occupy more than 80% of the market share of traditional Chinese medicine.
We harvested wealth from countries around the world, but we Chinese once owned all of it. Yet, one day we have to pay taxes to the Japanese pirates before we can use it. How pathetic!
Mo Zhexuan then had a detailed chat with the old man and learned that his name was Ji Shizhong. His ancestors had been imperial physicians. They fled from China in the 1950s and settled in Hong Kong. He currently lives with his granddaughter. As for whether he had other relatives, he didn't get any information.
After chatting for a while, seeing that Wang Yalin still hadn't woken up, he left two bodyguards to take care of him and left Vanilla Hall with Li Erli.
Today had a great impact on him. He could see so much just by looking at the face. There are really many wonders in the world. This old man Ji Shizhong is a true hermit.
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