Chapter 171: Strange Patient

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Ye Mo easily obtained the Silver Heart Grass and found a piece of Deep Sea Buttonwood at Daoist Xian’s. This excited Ye Mo, making the trip worthwhile.

The Deep Sea Buttonwood was excellent material for defensive amulets and could also be used in flying swords, greatly increasing their defensive capabilities.

After acquiring these items, Ye Mo left Metal Mountain alone. Metal Mountain’s feud was with Wu Xueming, and Ye Mo wouldn’t involve himself. He had already fulfilled Wu Xueming’s request and eradicated Metal River in Luo Cang. Ye Mo knew Metal River wouldn’t be as stable, and perhaps Metal Mountain knew as well, but it wasn't his concern.

…

Qing Quan Wan, a half-mountain mansion.

A middle-aged man banged the table. “Luo Chen, it’s the sixth day. Still no news of the doctor?”

Luo Chen, standing behind him, replied respectfully, “Boss, we’ve been guarding the area. We’ll find him as soon as he nears Qing Quan Wan.”

“Mo Ping, if he doesn’t arrive by tomorrow, I must leave Hong Kong. It may be difficult for me to return. I’ll rely on you to look after Uncle Li,” the woman beside him said.

Anger flickered across Mo Ping’s face before disappearing. He turned and said, “Since Qiang Wei insists, please do as you wish. I wouldn’t dare to interfere.”

Qiang Wei noticed his expression. A dismissive look played on her lips, but she remained silent.

Mo Ping sighed. “Luo Chen, continue searching. Report immediately if you find the doctor.”

“Yes.” Just as Luo Chen was about to leave, a voice interrupted, “No need, I’m here.”

Mo Ping stood up, staring dazedly at Ye Mo. After a moment, he said, “You…”

“I’m the online doctor. Let’s see the patient. I’m very busy,” Ye Mo said flatly. The place was heavily guarded. He didn’t know the owner, but was certain they weren’t from the underworld; otherwise, they would have been at last night’s meeting.

Qiang Wei also stood up, shocked. She studied Ye Mo, confused. Someone who could appear undetected was a master among masters.

Ye Mo noticed Qiang Wei. She was under thirty, with a sunflower seed-shaped face and subtle makeup that enhanced her beauty. He disliked only the harsh lines around her eyes, which detracted from her femininity.

He was surprised to find she was also a master, slightly weaker than Daoist Xian but superior to Wu Qiang.

“Who are you?” Qiang Wei asked instinctively.

“A doctor,” Ye Mo replied.

Qiang Wei frowned. “I asked who you are. How did you enter without my knowledge?”

Ye Mo scanned Qiang Wei. “Do you still want me to examine the patient? Otherwise, I’m leaving.” He ignored her question. It was none of her business.

Mo Ping quickly reacted. “Yes, yes, Doctor, this way. I’m Mo Ping, the one who contacted you online.” He ushered Ye Mo into a temple behind the mansion.

Qiang Wei, about to retort, reconsidered. She would deal with him after he treated the patient.

Ye Mo saw the man lying on the bed, gaunt and emaciated. He was in his fifties and unconscious, attended by two nurses.

Mo Ping dismissed the nurses. “Doctor, this is my Uncle Mo Kang. He’s been unconscious for two years…”

Ye Mo stopped him. “No need. Leave now. I’ll treat him.”

“Doctor, must I leave?” Mo Ping asked, surprised.

Ye Mo wouldn’t reveal his cultivation methods, so Mo Ping had to leave.

Seeing Ye Mo remain silent, Mo Ping sighed. “All right. How long will you need? Should I prepare anything?”

Ye Mo shook his head. “Nothing. Just leave. I’ll come out when I’m finished. I can’t say how long it will take, but anyone who interrupts me will face the consequences.”

Qiang Wei, eager to observe Ye Mo’s treatment, was dismissed, feeling insulted by his unreasonable behavior.

After they left, Ye Mo checked the temple. A fine mansion, yet a temple for a bedroom? Not his concern.

Ensuring there was no surveillance, he examined the man. His pulse was slow but steady.

He channeled his chi through the patient. He wasn’t simply comatose; he’d been attacked, like Zhuo Aiguo’s son. The attacker had carefully rendered him unconscious without killing him.

Ye Mo determined the method used. Someone had forcefully prevented him from awakening, keeping him comatose. The perpetrator possessed remarkable inner qi and medical skill.

Unlike Zhuo Huatang, who had only a trace of inner qi remaining, carelessly inflicted, this patient’s inner qi had been purposefully manipulated; the technique was far more complex.

Ye Mo knew even the attacker wasn't sure of a complete recovery. Only a cultivator with spiritual sense and the ability to manipulate cultivation chi could cure him.

Ye Mo produced needles and pierced the patient’s chest and head. Using chi, he repaired nerves blocked by medicine and inner qi.

Half an hour later, Ye Mo removed the needles and sighed. He knew the man was fine, but still had questions. He expected him to awaken within ten minutes.

Within ten minutes, the man opened his eyes. Seeing Ye Mo, he was confused and desperate, wanting to sit up, but his prolonged immobility prevented it.

“Who are you?” the man asked.

Ye Mo said, “You’ve been unconscious for two years. I woke you.”

The man frowned, then his face changed. “Where am I? How did you save me?”

Ye Mo knew he remembered something. “This is Qing Quan Wan, a private estate in Hong Kong. I’m a doctor your nephew, Mo Ping, hired. He said you’ve been unconscious for over two years.”

“Hong Kong? Mo Ping? So I’m out… who sent me out?”

He looked at Ye Mo uncertainly. “No way, you couldn’t treat my condition. I know my illness…”

His voice trailed off, revealing his melancholy and despair.

Ye Mo frowned. “I’m a doctor. I treat people and get paid. I don’t need your acknowledgment. Someone will pay me. I’ll ask one thing: Who used inner qi and medicine to render you comatose? If you don't want to say, that’s fine. And you’re right; besides me, no one else can cure you.”

The man looked at Ye Mo again. “You know it was artificial? You really saved me? Isn’t…”

He seemed to recall something.

Ye Mo rose to leave. If he didn’t want to talk, neither did he. He’d get paid and leave.

“Wait, I’ll tell you.” The man stopped him. “I was harmed. Since this is Hong Kong Qing Quan Wan, it should be safe to talk. Besides Mo Ping, is anyone else here?”

Ye Mo replied, “A woman named Qiang Wei and someone called Luo Chen.”

“What? She’s here too?” the patient exclaimed.