Mo Yan was seeing Duke Wu’an for the first ti, and even though he was paralyzed in bed, one couldn’t ignore the imposing aura emanating from him. She respectfully greeted Duke Wu’an and exchanged pleasantries. Then, at Yan Junyu’s request, she took Duke Wu’an’s pulse.
Having seen Mo Yan’s appearance, Duke Wu’an didn’t find her particularly alluring to his grandson, but her temperant was as refreshing as a spring breeze, leaving even him, who had seen countless people, unable to find any fault. Her speech and behavior also had an indescribable charm, neither rigid nor excessively flattering, and just perfect in her restraint.
Duke Wu’an had a very good impression of Mo Yan and noticed his grandson’s gaze almost fixated on the girl in front of him, intensifying his feelings of regret and remorse.
Yan Junyu’s gaze was discreet, and Mo Yan didn’t notice it, but she clearly felt a change in Duke Wu’an’s emotions, not knowing it was due to her.
Seeing Duke Wu’an’s illness wasn’t as severe as she had imagined, Mo Yan felt more confident and tentatively asked, "Lord, this young lady is sowhat knowledgeable in the Qihuang Technique. May I take your pulse?"
Duke Wu’an ca back to his senses and blinked at Mo Yan, and seeing her confusion, he slowly extended his right hand, the only one he could move, to the edge of the bed.
Upon seeing this, Mo Yan bowed slightly to Duke Wu’an and sat down on the chair beside the bed. She took out the pulse mat from her small dicine box and placed it under Duke Wu’an’s wrist.
Yan Junyu also ca back to his senses, his eyes landing on his grandfather.
Looking at Mo Yan, who was closing her eyes to take the pulse, both grandfather and grandson didn’t hold much hope. After all, Mo Yan’s dical training had been short and, no matter how talented, she couldn’t possibly be better than the many Imperial Physicians of the Taiyi Hospital. If even the Imperial Physicians were at a loss, what could a young girl, with less than three years of dical study, do for this illness?
After a mont, Mo Yan opened her eyes and withdrew her hands, having a diagnosis in mind. She looked at Duke Wu’an and then at Yan Junyu and realized they didn’t have much hope for her, so she held her tongue and said nothing.
Yan Junyu personally escorted Mo Yan out of Wu An’s Mansion. Just as they were about to reach the door, Mo Yan, not wanting to see her business partner and friend Yan Junyu worry too much about Duke Wu’an’s condition, said, "The Lord’s illness is not very serious. As long as the right treatnt is found, even if he cannot return to his forr state, he should be able to take care of himself."
In the past few days, Yan Junyu had heard these words too many tis; thinking Mo Yan was just trying to comfort him, he nodded with a sowhat distracted voice, "I’ll take your auspicious words, I too hope the old man can pull through this."
Mo Yan knew he didn’t take her words seriously, but she wasn’t upset. In Great Chu, a simple cold could take one’s life, not to ntion a stroke.
Stroke ant there was an issue with the brain. In an era without advanced dical equipnt, no doctor would dare to operate on the brain, essentially making it an incurable disease. Once soone had a stroke, they could only lie in bed and wait out their days.
So people passed away within half a month after having a stroke, while others lived for several years, like Mo Hong’s family mber, who had been stroked for nearly three years. Even though he had grown quite thin from neglect, he could still lie in bed and shout every day, disturbing the whole neighborhood.
After leaving Wu An’s Mansion, Mo Yan didn’t go straight ho; she took Little Black to Du’s dical Hall. As it was almost noon, there weren’t many patients in the dical hall. Before long, the hall was desolate, leaving only Mo Yan and Doctor Du.
While waiting for the food to be ready, Mo Yan took the opportunity to describe Duke Wu’an’s condition to Doctor Du, looking at him with hopeful eyes, "Master, Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles can cure strokes, right?"
Doctor Du glanced at his disciple and said indifferently, "Our ancestors once cured soone of a stroke. I’m not as skilled and don’t have full confidence in successful treatnt."
In front of others, he would have decisively shaken his head, but he saw no need to hide anything from his only disciple.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan grabbed her master’s sleeve and pleaded, "Could master please try? Maybe it will work?"
Doctor Du’s expression changed dramatically, and he said sternly, "I have said before that unless it is a matter of life and death, you must not resort to using Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles without absolute certainty, for saving people could turn into killing them."
It was the first ti Mo Yan saw her master angry, and she was montarily stunned. Once she regained her senses, she quickly apologized to Doctor Du, "Master, your disciple is wrong. I forgot your teachings and ask for your punishnt."
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