"What does Young Master Mo mean by this? Are you purposely making fun of me?" Liu Mingcheng shouted coldly. Even if Meton was the Marquis of Chang 'an Empire, he was not afraid. As the number one doctor in Chang' an City, Liu Mingcheng had a certain amount of connections.
"Divine Doctor Liu, you've misunderstood. Meton is doing this just like everyone else. He also wants to experience the famous Silk Thread Pulse Diagnosis." Meton pointed to the crowd who had been diagnosed by the Silk Thread Pulse Diagnosis.
"I wonder what Young Master Mo wants to teach us." Liu Mingcheng was stunned as he did not expect this answer. However, he did not believe it as he stared at Meton and said word by word.
"Amazing!" Meton said with a straight face.
"Ah!"
The crowd exclaimed. Everyone knew that Mo Hospital was the Mo Family's business and thought that Meton would intentionally belittle the Liu Family's father and son. Who would have thought that Meton would actually praise the Silk Thread Pulse Diagnosis so highly.
Mo Wu's tears that had already disappeared appeared once again. How could Young Master praise others and destroy his own spirit?
Liu Mingcheng and his son were also astonished as they did not expect Mo Jiazi to praise their family's unique skill. It was really a godly assist! However, Meton's next sentence made the father and son extremely terrified.
"What a pity! From today onwards, the Silk Thread Pulse Diagnosis that has been passed down for thousands of years will be lost forever! "Meton said with a regretful tone.
"F * * k, Meton is so domineering!"
Behind him, Qin Huaiyu and the rest sucked in a breath of cold air. They did not expect Meton to be so domineering. Just because of a disagreement, he actually killed the other party.
The crowd was also in an uproar. Was this still the Mo Jiazi who was revered by everyone?
"Young Master, it can't be!" Mo Wu was shocked as he did not expect his Young Master to use such an extreme method.
As for the Liu Family's father and son, they were already scared silly. What did it mean to be lost forever? If the person was gone, then wouldn't it be lost forever? He did not expect Mo Jiazi to disregard his status and attack him.
"What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person? "Meton said snappily.
"Then Young Master's meaning is …" Mo Wu said carefully.
"What I mean is, compared to the unique skills of Mo Hospital, the silk thread pulse diagnosis is a joke. From now on, the legend of the silk thread pulse diagnosis will come to an end. Today's demonstration will be the last of the silk thread pulse diagnosis," Meton said word by word.
"Oh!"
Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief. They had thought that Meton's killing intent had been aroused.
"Mo Jiazi, you are so arrogant. Pulse Reading by Silk Thread is the Liu Clan's secret technique. It is the best medical technique in the world. What ability does the Mo Hospital have to be so bold? " When the father and son of the Liu Family saw that Meton was not taking advantage of his position to bully others, they felt relieved in their hearts. However, when they heard Meton say that the silk thread pulse diagnosis was a joke, they immediately flew into a rage.
"Young master!"
Mo Wu said worriedly. That was not a normal medical technique. It was the legendary silk thread pulse diagnosis! It was a secret technique that had been passed down since ancient times. Although he was very confident in his young master, when faced with the legendary medical technique, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"What an arrogant fool!" Liu Licheng said coldly.
He wasn't old and was in the prime of his life. Towards Meton, who was younger and more famous than him, of course he didn't like him. Especially after Meton belittled his family's silk thread pulse diagnosis, he felt that Meton's reputation was undeserved.
"Young Master Mo, although the Old Man admires you for bringing benefits to the people, the Old Man's silk thread pulse diagnosis is something that even Hua Yuan avoided. What gives you the confidence to say such words?" Liu Mingcheng said proudly.
"Elder Hua avoided the battle because he is a true doctor. His time is used to save lives, not because he is afraid of a battle! I am afraid of you. As for this battle, I will accept it on behalf of Mo Hospital! "
"Wow!" Meton's words caused an uproar.
They didn't expect that there would be so many twists and turns today. First, the father and son of the Liu Family came to challenge them. Then, the Mo Hospital avoided the battle. Finally, Mo Jiazi accepted the battle invitation.
"Hahaha!" Liu Mingcheng and his son laughed heartily. He originally thought that he would return empty-handed. He didn't expect Mo Jiazi to be so reckless, allowing him to get what he wanted.
"Good, I didn't expect the famous Mo Jiazi to be a medical expert. The Old Man really misjudged you," Liu Mingcheng said sarcastically.
Who knew that Meton would shake his head and say, "How could I know anything about medicine? The one who wants to compete with you is him!"
Mo Dun pointed his finger at the anxious Mo Wu.
"Me!" Mo Wu was stunned. He quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I am still an apprentice. Elder Hua said that I have not learned anything and can't practice medicine!"
"Medical apprentice!" Everyone exclaimed.
A medical apprentice going up against a famous doctor who was skilled in pulse reading, no matter how they looked at it, it was ridiculous.
This time, the legend of Mo Hospital was going to be destroyed. What a pity!
No one thought that Mo Wu had a chance of winning. This time, Mo Jiazi was going to be a prodigal.
Only Qin Huaiyu and a few others were unusually excited. They weren't worried about Meton at all and looked as if they were watching a show.
Qin Huaiyu was even more excited as he shouted, "Meton is going to do something big again."
These few bad friends knew Meton's personality. Whenever Meton did something unexpected, it meant that Meton was going to do something big. It seemed that he was going to do something big in the medical school. Unfortunately, the pulse reading through silk had become the target.
Mo Wu was about to cry. He looked at Meton and said, "Young master, I can't do it. If I lose, Mo Hospital's reputation will be ruined in my hands!"
Mo Wu knew how much effort Elder Hua had put into Mo Hospital. If Elder Hua came out and found out that he had ruined Mo Hospital's reputation, he would definitely be kicked out of the school.
"Don't worry, if it was any other doctor, I would still have some reservations. But pulse reading through silk … Hehe! As long as you use the two items that I made for Elder Hua, I guarantee that you will win! "Meton said.
"Really?" Mo Wu said doubtfully.
"When have I ever lied to you! As long as you win today, I guarantee that you will become a real doctor tomorrow. "Meton tempted.
"But! … "Mo Wu was still doubtful.
"Just tell me if you want to practice medicine or not!" Meton threw the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Yes!" Mo Wu nodded his head heavily.
"Young master Mo, are you sure you want to use this young man for the competition? I'm afraid that Old Man will have an unfair advantage!" Liu Mingcheng said.
"He is Elder Hua's direct disciple." Meton said seriously.
Instantly, many people looked at Mo Wu enviously. One must know that in this era, a direct disciple meant that he would inherit his master's legacy. It was imaginable that Mo Wu's future would be limitless.
"Alright, it's settled then. Licheng, you will meet Divine Doctor Hua's disciple." Liu Mingcheng nodded his head. Just the title of Elder Hua's direct disciple was enough.
"Yes! Father! "Liu Licheng said.
"But since it's a competition, there must be a winner and a loser. Let's invite everyone from the medical hall to be our witnesses." Liu Licheng cupped his hands and said.
"Alright, don't worry Divine Doctor Liu. How can we miss such a grand event!" The surrounding medical hall's doctors all said.
"Hmph! All of you are here to find trouble with Mo Hospital. It's hard to say if you can do things impartially. "Qin Huaiyu said loudly.
"That's right!"
Under Cheng Chumo's lead, the Imperial College students who were watching by the side also started to clamor.
Liu Mingcheng suddenly felt a headache. These were all Imperial College's students and he had no way to deal with them.
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out. Although it wasn't loud, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.
"Why not let the Old Man be our witness, how about that?"
Following the voice, an old man with white hair walked out from the crowd.
"You are?" Liu Mingcheng asked curiously.
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