The old man waved his hand with a smile, "Heh heh, no matter."
"I'm a dying man, just enduring time. It's better to leave with some flair."
Chen Mo was startled, surprised that his ancestor could see so clearly.
"You're quite open-minded. But don't be discouraged, there might still be a chance. Modern medicine is so advanced," Chen Mo comforted him.
"There's no hope. I've seen every doctor who could see me," the old man smiled helplessly, shaking his head.
Chen Mo tentatively asked, "How about... I give it a try?"
This time, it was the old man's turn to be surprised, "Young man, aren't you a cleaner? Do you also understand medicine?"
Chen Mo explained awkwardly, "I was an intern here before. I was framed and then assigned to be a cleaner. I'll just take a look for you. I happen to have studied some traditional Chinese medicine, perhaps it will be useful."
"Alright, then you can examine this old man," the old man agreed, seeing that Chen Mo seemed decent.
Chen Mo was delighted and reached out to feel the old man's pulse.
After a moment, Chen Mo withdrew his hand.
"How is it? Do you know what illness I have?" the old man asked curiously.
"You have late-stage lung cancer, and it has already metastasized and spread."
The old man was shocked, "This, this is really your diagnosis from taking my pulse?"
Chen Mo nodded.
"Young man, I didn't expect your hospital to have hidden talents. A young cleaner can even take pulses and diagnose so accurately." This time, the old man was even more astonished.
Chen Mo blushed a little at the praise.
After all, without his ancestor's help, he wouldn't have been able to reach a conclusion so quickly.
Seeing Chen Mo's expression, the old man thought Chen Mo couldn't help his illness and patted Chen Mo's shoulder to comfort him, "Young man, I know my illness. You don't need to be discouraged. In this world, there are too many untreatable diseases. Birth, aging, sickness, and death, I've long come to terms with it."
Chen Mo knew the old man had misunderstood and quickly said, "Sir, I have a way to treat your illness."
"You have a way? Heh heh, young man, don't joke with this old man." All the doctors in Jinghua couldn't help my illness, let alone a young man.
"I really have a way. I have a set of acupoint pressing techniques. You can feel it first, and then combine it with the medicine I prescribe and acupuncture treatment. Your illness has a great chance of being cured."
Actually, Chen Mo was being modest.
His ancestor had said he had a hundred percent chance of curing the old man.
But Chen Mo was afraid the old man wouldn't believe him if he said that, so he said there was a great chance.
The old man smiled helplessly, knowing Chen Mo was persistent, and said, "Alright then, try your so-called acupoint pressing technique on me."
Chen Mo didn't hesitate at all. He exerted force with his fingers and pressed several major acupoints on the old man's chest in succession.
Instantly, the old man's eyes widened, and a tremendous force made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
His face turned a bluish-purple.
"Crack!"
However, at this moment, the closed fire escape door was suddenly pushed open with force.
Outside the door, a group of people who were about to enter the fire escape were all stunned by the scene before them.
"Grandpa!"
The leading woman in professional attire exclaimed and rushed in, her high heels clicking.
Chen Mo, who was in the middle of pressing acupoints and was about to make the final move, ignored the sudden change at the door. He clenched his fist and struck the old man's chest.
"Cough, cough!"
Suddenly, the old man coughed violently and clutched his throat, appearing to be in great distress.
Chen Mo turned to look at the young woman who had walked in.
The woman was about his age, with an oval face, fair skin, and finely drawn eyebrows. For a moment, Chen Mo was captivated. The woman before him seemed as beautiful as a fairy from a painting.
The woman extended her hands towards Chen Mo.
Chen Mo was startled, thinking, this woman knows I saved her grandfather, is she going to throw herself at me?
Before Chen Mo could recover, the woman had already grabbed his arm.
It was soft and slightly cool.
The next second, before Chen Mo could even feel the softness of the woman's palm, his eyes widened.
He saw his body arc through the air.
With a "bang!"
He then fell heavily to the ground.
Chen Mo stared with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
He never expected that this seemingly delicate young lady could throw him with a judo-style over-the-shoulder throw!
Moreover, the woman had no intention of stopping. She grabbed one of Chen Mo's arms and was about to disable it.
"Cough, cough!"
Suddenly, the old man coughed violently again.
A piece of dark phlegm was spat out from the old man's mouth.
Instantly, the old man felt his breathing become smooth.
"Grandpa!"
"How are you?"
The woman quickly released Chen Mo's hand and rushed towards the old man, shouting anxiously, "Doctor, where is the doctor!"
At this moment, a man in a white coat, with wet hair, ran in from outside.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," the old man waved his hand weakly. His previously bluish-purple complexion was gradually returning to a rosy hue.
"Director Zhao, what is going on?! Your hospital must give me an explanation today!" the woman demanded indignantly from the man in the white coat.
This man in the white coat was Zhao Lidong, who had just used an entire bottle of shampoo and his scalp was almost rubbed raw.
Zhao Lidong was also bewildered.
How could he have imagined that this reckless Chen Mo would dare to lay hands on Old Master Mo!
"Chen Mo, even the King of Heaven can't save you today!"
Zhao Lidong glared at Chen Mo, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
Because he knew that offending this person meant that Chen Mo would pay a heavy price without him even having to lift a finger!
He then looked at the woman and said, "Miss Mo, you don't know, this kid has extremely poor character. Yesterday, he was still an intern under me. Due to serious disciplinary violations, he was transferred here to clean. I never expected this kid to be so bold as to attack Old Master Mo!"
Upon hearing this, the woman's expression became even colder.
"Arrest him. We must get to the bottom of who sent him today."
Chen Mo was utterly confused. He was saving someone just now!
And this Zhao Lidong was truly despicable, still kicking him while he was down at a time like this.
As he got up from the ground, the black-suited bodyguards from outside had already surrounded him, and were about to make a move.
Seeing this, Zhao Lidong's lips curved into a smile.
He now wished Chen Mo would be torn to pieces, as that would be the only way to quench his hatred.
"Stop!"
"You've all misunderstood."
However, at this moment, Old Master Mo suddenly spoke, and there was a hint of uncontrollable excitement on his face.
Huh?!
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.
Even the woman supporting Old Master Mo was taken aback and looked at her grandfather in disbelief.
Because when they entered, they clearly saw Chen Mo committing an assault, so how did it become a misunderstanding?!