The heavily made-up woman was finally driven away by Wang Dayong, his face a dark shade of iron blue.
Mu Jinyu found a chair to sit on, propped up his legs, and looking at Wang Dayong's still distressed face, chuckled lightly, "Your taste in women really is terrible."
Wang Dayong forced a smile, indeed he had nothing to say in defense.
After all, the truth had proven just that.
"How did the hospital check-up go?" Mu Jinyu asked further.
He knew it had been a while since Chen Ping's incident, but Wang Dayong had not been in touch until today which surely meant he had been frequenting various hospitals with no success.
Eventually, he had no choice but to try his luck with him.
At these words, Wang Dayong's face flushed a bit with embarrassment, and he muttered, "The doctor said my sperm vitality is low and unless a miracle happens, I will never be able to have biological children, not even through IVF."
In the past few days, after being diagnosed with infertility by Mu Jinyu, Wang Dayong had thoroughly checked at the hospital and indeed found he was infertile.
But at first, he didn't think of consulting Mu Jinyu because subconsciously, he felt hospitals were more professional and safe.
Unfortunately, after consulting several hospitals, their chief physicians all claimed that they couldn't treat him...
That's when he thought of seeking out Mu Jinyu.
And when going to borrow money from a friend, Ah-Can thought Mu Jinyu's high fee was untrustworthy, so he wanted to bring along his newly found mistress to evaluate Mu Jinyu.
The result was unexpected, before they could even take action against Mu Jinyu, they were scared away by a few words from him.
This completely convinced Wang Dayong.
Of course, since Ah-Can's test results had not yet come back, it was still unclear whether he had liver cancer, so Wang Dayong was convinced, but not yet converted into reverent worship.
Mu Jinyu nodded slightly, took out the box of Silver Needles from his pocket, and instructed Wang Dayong, "Lie down on that couch over there, take off your shirt, and I'll give you a few acupuncture sessions."
Acupuncture?!
Hearing this, Wang Dayong felt puzzled. Could his issue, which felt insurmountable to several hospitals, really be fixed with just a bit of acupuncture?
Filled with skepticism, Wang Dayong agreed, then obediently lay down on a nearby couch, lifted his shirt, and quietly waited for Mu Jinyu to come over and perform the acupuncture.
Mu Jinyu held the Silver Needles, circulated his True Yuan, detoxified them, and began swiftly locating acupoints on Wang Dayong's plump belly, starting to prick swiftly.
Lying on the couch, Wang Dayong felt a bit itchy, then he started to feel a warm flow, pouring into his body and spiraling towards several spots in his lower abdomen.
Beginning to feel quite comfortable, Wang Dayong was quite pleased, thinking he could enjoy this for another hour or two.
However, Mu Jinyu quickly finished, saying, "Alright, I've opened your blocked sperm ducts, but your body indeed has quite a few problems, I'll prescribe you some medicine."
"Ah? It's over already?"
Hearing this, Wang Dayong was stunned, he thought it hadn't even started yet, but it was, finished?
"Yes, it was just a small issue, did you expect me to perform surgery?" Mu Jinyu said casually as he wrote Wang Dayong a prescription to adjust his condition.
'Small issue? And you charged me eight hundred and eighty thousand yuan for it?' Wang Dayong mumbled to himself.
But he dared not voice that out loud.
Hesitating, he still tentatively asked, "Mr. Mu, if this… doesn't work…"
Mu Jinyu said, "If it doesn't solve your problem, you can come back to see me."
Having said that, with a tearing sound, Mu Jinyu tore off the prescription he had written in his notebook, handed it to Wang Dayong, and instructed, "Find yourself a reliable physician to brew the medicine for you, once a day."
"Oh..." Wang Dayong took the prescription, still looking somewhat bewildered.
He always felt that Mu Jinyu seemed unreliable.
"Ring ring."
At that moment,
his cellphone started ringing.
Wang Dayong hastily took out his phone, saw that the caller was Ah-Can, and quickly answered.
"Hello, Ah-Can, how did it go?"
He was a bit anxious, afraid that Ah-Can would say that his test results came back clear, and then he'd definitely have to go to Mu Jinyu to get his money back.
But he didn't really care about the money; what mattered was if Mu Jinyu's medical skills were fake, what would he do about his infertility?
On the other end of the call, Ah-Can's panic-stricken voice came through, "Brother Yong, I really have liver cancer, it's early-stage..."
His voice was trembling, clearly extremely frightened.
Anyone who finds out they have cancer, even if it's just early-stage with a high success rate of recovery, couldn't possibly remain calm.
"Really?"
On hearing this, Wang Dayong's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.
It was shameful to admit, he should be worried and anxious for his friend's plight, but because it involved his own major life issues, hearing that Ah-Can really had liver cancer oddly made him feel somewhat happy.
Because this also proved that Mu Jinyu was indeed a Divine Doctor!
After that brief moment of joy flashed by, intense worry immediately flooded Wang Dayong's mind, and he quickly said, "Since it's been diagnosed, you should hurry back here. Divine Doctor Mu hasn't left yet, one million yuan isn't too much for you, let Divine Doctor Mu help you right away."
Having just found out he really had liver cancer, Ah-Can was nearly at his wit's end. Hearing Wang Dayong's words, he quickly came to his senses and asked Wang Dayong to keep Mu Jinyu from leaving. He was just at a nearby hospital and would be there shortly.
Then he hung up the phone.
Wang Dayong put away his phone, looked at the still-present Mu Jinyu, and quickly said, "Divine Doctor Mu, please don't go yet. My friend's test reports came and he really does have early-stage liver cancer. Could you...?"
Mu Jinyu was initially about to leave, but after thinking it over, he said, "Well, since I'm already here, treating one person or another doesn't make much difference. I might as well wait a bit longer."
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Mu." Wang Dayong quickly expressed his gratitude.
Ah-Can arrived very soon.
He was red-faced and out of breath. As he reached the doorway, his eyes full of pleading, he called out, "Divine Doctor Mu, you must save me, please!"
He was afraid that his earlier questioning of Mu Jinyu might have made Mu Jinyu not want to save him, so he was somewhat fearful.
"Since I haven't left, of course, I won't turn a blind eye," Mu Jinyu said indifferently, "Is the money ready?!"
"Ready, ready, it's right here." Ah-Can hastily took out a check for one million yuan and respectfully handed it to Mu Jinyu.
Mu Jinyu took it, turned toward a nearby sofa, puckered his lips, and instructed, "Go lie down on that sofa, I'll treat you."
If it were late-stage cancer, in a hospital, there would be no hope, and he would definitely charge the man ten million yuan.
But since it's only early-stage, one million yuan was about right.
When Ah-Can heard Mu Jinyu's words, he hurriedly lay down on the sofa, anxiously awaiting treatment.
He was still young, had a lot of money unspent, and certainly didn't want to die so young.