Mr. Mo Lao

  Wang Zhengyu was never a genuine and innocent young man, from childhood to adulthood, he had always been playing tricks on people, harming others without benefiting himself.

  He's really been driven mad, and he still has the audacity to have the air of a fool who dares to pull the emperor off his horse.

  This guy's emotional life is simply a mess, to put it in Ho Guangbo's words, it doesn't even seem like that of a normal 90s kid.

  Adding to Wang Zhengyu's slightly introverted personality, today's first date fully grasped the LOL spirit of going with the wind and against the wind. After two consecutive awkward encounters, the smooth talking during dinner became history, and on the way back to the hotel, he became a standard mute calabaza, even when he couldn't help but take a peek at the girl, he used only the corner of his eyes.

  It was Mo Xiao Yao who originally had a very elegant and calm personality, but after meeting Wang Zheng Yu, she changed a lot. Although they didn't talk on the way, her mouth seemed to be always floating with a faint smile that was hard to detect.

  This situation continued until they arrived at Mr. Mo's temporary resting room in the hotel.

  Mo Xiao-yao stood outside the door, glanced at Wang Zheng-yu who was still tangled up and said in a seemingly self-talking tone: "My grandma died early, my dad and mom seemed to be busy making money every day, so since I grew up, it's always been grandpa taking care of me. If some people really have good intentions, then they'd better behave well next time!"

  Wang Zhengyu was taken aback, and the next moment his face cleared up, revealing a delighted expression. However, before he could make up his mind, the girl's hand had already pressed the doorbell outside the room.

  "Come in!" A loud and clear voice came from inside the room, and the next moment an energetic old man opened the door.

  "Wang Zhengyu, this is my grandfather Mo Zhonghua. You don't need to introduce him to me, he's already a big name in the Chinese medicine circle!" Mo Xiaoyao introduced with a smile.

  "Hello, Grandpa!" Wang Zhengyu hastily greeted.

  "Little brother, you're doing well too. This little girl just doesn't understand manners, what's the logic in standing at the door and talking? Hurry up and come in!" Old Mo doted on her, patting Mo Xiaoyao's head, and let the two of them into the room.

  Wang Zhengyu sat on the sofa in the living room with a military posture.

  At this moment, Wang Zhengyu's heart was absolutely not as calm as he appeared, but rather a little flustered. Although it wasn't to the point of trembling legs, he really didn't dare to look straight into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and it wasn't because Mo Lao had an overwhelming aura, but simply because of Mo Xiaoyao's words at the door.

  In Wang Zhengyu's strange mind, Mo Xiaoyao's words were clearly hinting that he was meeting the parents. So at this time, Wang Zhengyu was completely in the mindset of meeting the girl's parents to see Mr. Mo, and as for what Mr. Mo wanted to talk about, Wang Zhengyu didn't even bother to think about it.

  "Hey, King Xiaodi, don't be too formal!" Mo Lao said with a smile, noticing Wang Zhengyu's unease.

  Wang Zhengyu hastily waved his hand and said: "Grandpa Mo, just call me Little Yu, calling Little Brother is too embarrassing!"

  Old Mo smiled and said, "Alright, I'll call you Little Yu from now on. Did Yau Yau tell you that I'm also an old Chinese doctor? Your performance today made me very pleased! It seems that our traditional Chinese medicine has a good successor! Your pulse-taking skills are truly impressive! Especially the last words you spoke, they really hit my heart!"

  Upon hearing Mo Lao's words of praise, Wang Zhengyu's tension dissipated a lot, and he humbly said: "Grandpa Mo, actually you don't know, I just know how to take pulses. I understand some superficial knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, if you really let me diagnose and treat patients, I'll be completely at a loss!"

  "Is this modesty?" Old Mo seemed to be stirred up by Wang Zhengyu's words and asked.

  Thinking that Old Mo had already met Zhang Lao, he must have learned from Zhang Lao's mouth that he had a so-called medical skillful grandfather, and could not help but put on a bitter face, taking out the non-existent grandfather to use as a shield.

  "You must have known that my grandfather asked me to come here for this martial arts competition. My pulse-taking skills were also taught by my grandfather. However, he also said that the essence of traditional Chinese medicine is profound and complex. This technique may seem mysterious, but it's actually the simplest part of diagnosis. What's even more difficult than diagnosing illnesses is prescribing medication - one needs to be familiar with the properties and effects of thousands of herbs, understand how they interact with each other, and know the right dosage. Even the way you decoct the medicine requires careful research to bring out its maximum effect. So he often tells me that I only understand the surface level of traditional Chinese medicine and shouldn't be arrogant!" Wang Zhengyu said respectfully.

  Mo Lao heard the words, remained silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh and said: "Your grandfather's words are extremely reasonable! If it weren't for the complexity of the things left behind by our ancestors, Chinese medicine wouldn't have fallen to this state. Alright, let's not talk about these depressing things. Why don't we chat about Chinese medicine instead and see how much your grandfather has taught you?"

  Then, the old and young began to discuss the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. It's not that they were chatting, but rather Mo Lao was testing Wang Zhengyu. Mo Lao would often throw out a simple question, and Wang Zhengyu would talk endlessly for half a day.

  Wang Zhengyu was chatting away, secretly rejoicing that the heavenly book had systematized the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and instilled it in his mind before the competition, otherwise he would have definitely lost face in front of this old man. Having said a lot, Wang Zhengyu thoroughly let go, pouring out all the things that the heavenly book had instilled in his mind.

  Mo Xiaoyao sat quietly beside the two, listening to Wang Zhengyu's eloquent response to Mo Lao's questions. From traditional Chinese medicine's yin-yang theory to the required readings of "Huangdi Neijing" and "Nanjing", he occasionally threw in a few phrases that made the girl's eyes involuntarily sparkle with wonder.

  Two hours passed unknowingly. When Wang Zhengyu finally finished his second cup of tea, Old Mo finally stopped asking questions and sighed: "Not simple! Not simple! Little Yu, I won't hide it from you, this time I asked Yaoyao to bring you to see me, I actually had the intention of taking you as my apprentice! However, after today's long conversation, I have given up on that idea. Your grandfather has great talent! But you, with such a deep theoretical foundation, why didn't you study medicine? Why did you take a history major?"

  King Zhengyu, who had always been eloquent, was unexpectedly stumped by Old Mo's question. The secret of the heavenly book couldn't be revealed, and this was indeed a difficult problem to explain. If it were someone else, King Zhengyu wouldn't have minded brushing it off with a simple "I'm not interested in traditional Chinese medicine." But now he was facing Mo Xiaoyao's grandfather.

  From the conversation just now, Wang Zhengyu felt even more the old man's heartache for traditional Chinese medicine. If he really used a sentence to brush it off, he dared to confirm that his desperate performance just now would be completely in vain. What's worse is that the better he performed just now, the angrier this old man might become.

  So for his own future happiness, Wang Zhengyu carefully opened his mouth: "That Old Mo, in fact, not letting me study medicine was my grandfather's decision!"

  "What?!?" Mo Lao was clearly irritated by Wang Zhengyu's answer, looking at him with a puzzled expression, and asked strangely: "Why is that?"

  Mo Xiaoyao on the other side also had a curious expression.

  "It's like this, my grandfather said that my temperament is not suitable for studying medicine. He often said that the most important thing for a doctor is to have a benevolent heart, because with this benevolent heart, one will truly be interested in medicine, and will wholeheartedly devote oneself to the study of medicine without considering personal gain or loss, just for the sake of helping others. After I studied with him for a period of time, he said that my thoughts are too scattered, I think too much, even if I were to study medicine in the future, my achievements would be limited, it's better to do something else, maybe the achievements will be greater!"

  Wang Zhengyu solemnly and seriously bluffed with a straight face according to the heavenly book's evaluation of him.

  Of course, according to Tian Shu's words, he is not suitable for studying medicine because he is not a purely good person. And this sentence, he naturally would not say it in front of Mo Xiao Yao and her grandfather.

  However, Wang Zhengyu still felt that Old Mo's face seemed somewhat gloomy. In addition to learning from the conversation earlier that Old Mo had been worried about the lack of successors in traditional Chinese medicine, he hastily continued to flatter: "Actually, my grandfather has three apprentices, any one of whom is far more skilled than me. But this time I came to participate in the competition because my grandfather didn't like his true disciples to show off too much and get distracted!"

  Mo Lao heard the words, remained silent for a moment, and then let out a long sigh: "Xiao Yu, your grandfather's words are indeed thought-provoking. 'A doctor's heart is benevolent', it's easy to say, but how many people can truly put it into practice? In these ten years, I've been in and out of the homes of the wealthy and powerful, watching with a cold eye as outsiders criticize traditional Chinese medicine, lamenting its decline, yet never thinking that for so many years, I haven't even taken the pulse or written a prescription for ordinary people. All that's left is the desire for fame and wealth, where is the flavor of a doctor's benevolent heart? I'm not as good as your grandfather!"

  Wang Zhengyu heard Mo Lao say this, and couldn't help but scratch his head, thinking that he had somehow overacted, and actually made Mo Laozi sigh like this. He was taken aback, and quickly opened his mouth to comfort him: "Grandpa Mo, you're already so old, long past the age of retirement, it's time for you to rest, where is there a need for self-blame?"

  Mo Lao heard Wang Zhengyu's words and smiled self-deprecatingly, saying: "Just based on this sentence of yours, I think your grandfather was right, you're not suitable for studying medicine, maybe doing something else will make you more accomplished. But I'm different, my whole life has been spent on traditional Chinese medicine, the older I get, the more energetic I become. I've made up my mind, while I can still move around, I'll find a hospital to work at and do as much as I can!"