Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
“Of course. What does Xia Weibao have other than her looks? Director, should I still prepare for the surgery?”
“What is there to prepare for? Didn’t she request for traditional chinese medicine treatment? Just let her be. There’s no need to prepare any more.”
Xiang Minhai was scornful. Such a shameless woman!
Operating on such a dirty woman was only going to dirty his hands.
“But CEO Lu…”
Xiang Minhai furrowed his brows. Indeed, it would not be easy to deal with Lu Hualiang.
He was fine with offending Xia Weibao, but he dared not offend Lu Hualiang.
It was not just him alone. Even the president of a country would be afraid to offend the Lu Family.
“We can’t offend CEO Lu. Just try to delay it. Didn’t Xia Weibao want to find a traditional chinese medicine doctor? Find one for her and let her dig her own grave!”
There was a flash of disdain in Xiang Minhai’s eyes.
In all the years of practising medicine, he had seen all kinds of injuries. Xia Weibao’s injury would never get better without a skin transplant.
Just wait and see. She’ll end up miserable after misplacing her trust in traditional chinese medicine.
“Our hospital doesn’t have any traditional chinese medicine doctors…”
“Why don’t we let Young Master go? Isn’t he obsessed with traditional chinese medicine? Let him see for himself the consequences of trusting in traditional chinese medicine so that he’ll finally give up.”
Xiang Minhai was annoyed that his son was not as competent as he had hoped.
That son of his… Everything about him was good, except that he was too obsessed with traditional chinese medicine.
He was murmuring everyday about the fusion of the east and the west.
It was just as well that he would use Xia Weibao as a guinea pig and he would see with his own eyes the consequences of using traditional chinese medicine.
And he would finally give up.
In the ward, Xia Weibao eyed the man in front of her bed. He looked to be approximately 1.8 meters with a pleasant face. He looked rather like those weak scholars in the ancient times.
Seeing Xia Weibao sizing him up, Xiang Chu grinned, revealing two adorable buck teeth.
“Can you recognise traditional chinese medicine?” Xia Weibao asked.
“Yes.” Xiang Chu nodded, his bright eyes shining eagerly.
His father was finally allowing him to test his skills.
He would perform well and use his knowledge of traditional chinese medicine to heal this patient!
“Do you know how to make ointment?”
“Huh?” Xiang Chu scratched his head. “I know how to boil medicine…”
Xia Weibao: “…”
Feebly supporting her forehead, she said, “Give me paper and pen. I’ll write down the prescription for you. Get the herbs for me.”
“Huh?”
“Stop questioning me and hurry!”
“Oh ok.” Xiang Chu hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen for her.
But he was feeling a little confused. Was he not here to see a patient? Why was he becoming an assistant?
“I’ll say, and you write.”
Xia Weibao held the mirror and repeatedly looked at her own injury.
“5g of Devil’s trumpet, half of a toad, 15g of menthol, 45g of milkvetch, 30g of false starwort, pig fat…”
The more he heard, the brighter Xiang Chu’s eyes became.
This prescription…
It was amazing. She was a professional worthy of worship!
Devil’s trumpet, toad and menthol had anaesthetic effects; milkvetch and false starwort promoted blood circulation; pig fat was for making a paste.
Not only was it able to relieve pain, it was also able to remove scars and promote blood circulation. Simply amazing!
Xiang Chu’s eyes grew bigger and by the time the prescription was completed, he was almost kneeling down to Xia Weibao.
But it was more important to get a hold of the herbs.
After the cool ointment was finally applied on Xia Weibao, she comfortably lay on the bed.
Her life was finally saved. She was feeling so much more at ease.
As expected, traditional chinese medicine was reliable.
Xiang Chu, who was standing at the side, looked at Xia Weibao with a gaze as though he was a beggar who had gone without food for years and had finally seen a meat bun. He was practically drooling.
Xia Weibao’s eyes twitched. “What are you looking at?”
Xiang Chu immediately kneeled down. “Madam, please accept me as your disciple.”
“Disciple?”
Xiang Chu nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. “Yes, yes. Master, please accept me. I want to learn traditional chinese medicine from you.”