Urban Super Medical Saint

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"Indeed, such a long-standing sect really has some style!" Ge Dongxu exclaimed, unable to hide his amazement upon seeing the scene.

"Yes, but it's getting late now. If you would like a closer look, we can make a trip early another day to go mountain climbing," Lv Chongliang said, looking up at the sky.

Ge Dongxu also looked up at the sky. By now, flying two or three hundred meters was no problem for him at all. If it weren't for the presence of Lv Chongliang and others, such a distance would take him only a moment to cover.

However, as Lv Chongliang and others were present, he still needed to restrain himself and dared not reveal all of his true abilities.

The more experiences Ge Dongxu had and the more people he met, the more cautious and careful he became, always leaving some margin in everything he did.

"That's fine, it's getting late; let's head back, otherwise it will be dark by the time we get to the foot of the mountain," Ge Dongxu nodded and said.

So, the group made their way back the way they had come.

All of them had cultivation, and although none of them was as formidable as Ge Dongxu, climbing the mountain path was still much easier for them than for ordinary people.

The group chatted and laughed without taking any breaks, and made it down the mountain in one go.

At the foot of Mount Santai lay an ancient town which had now become a tourist attraction. At night, it was adorned with lights and decorations, and the buzz of vendors and food stalls made it lively.

After descending the mountain, the group didn't return to their hotel. Instead, they found a local restaurant in the old town and went in. They ordered food and drinks and enjoyed a lively and comfortable gathering.

Even after drinking too much, they became bolder unconsciously, not calling Ge Dongxu "senior" anymore, but following Lv Semi-Immortal and calling him "Boss" or "Dongxu Brother."

Ge Dongxu himself didn't mind these formalities, and since they weren't at a hotel, their way of addressing him actually made him feel more at ease.

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In the suburbs of Santai City,

there was a detached villa with surrounding gardens.

Inside, an emaciated old woman lay in bed, her nostrils fitted with oxygen tubes, an IV drip in her hand, and monitoring equipment placed by the bedside.

The old woman's eyes were blank and listless, and she appeared extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.

In the room, several people were gathered around the sickbed, and among them was a woman holding the old woman's withered hand in hers, her eyes red and swollen, her expression wan, but she was so beautiful that she evoked pity in those who saw her—none other than Wu Yili, a professor from Jiangnan University.

On the other side of the bed, an old man with an air of immortality about him was taking the old woman's pulse.

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After feeling the pulse, the elderly man stood up to examine the old woman's eyes and tongue and gently pressed on different parts of her body. After a while, he shook his head.

The old woman, seeing the elderly man shaking his head, couldn't speak, but her cloudy eyes turned to Wu Yili with a hint of reluctance.

"Grandma!" Wu Yili couldn't help but feel the sorrow overwhelming her as tears began to fall uncontrollably when she saw the old woman looking at her.

In Huaxia Country, most elderly people generally doted on their grandsons the most, but this old woman cherished Wu Yili, her granddaughter, the most. Wu Yili also spent most of her childhood by her grandmother's side and was especially close to her.

"Master Zhu, how is my mother's condition?" As the old woman looked at Wu Yili with reluctance, a man in his fifties asked the elderly man.

The elderly man was none other than Zhu Dongyu, a towering figure in traditional Chinese medicine in Dongyue Province and a National Medical Master.

Wu Yili's grandmother's family was considered scholarly in Santai City, and her grandmother was a high-level intellectual in the past. Wu Yili's achievement in becoming a university professor today was largely due to growing up with her grandmother.

Because her grandmother's family had some renown in Santai City, when they heard that National Medical Master Zhu Dongyu was in town, they invited him to their home, hoping to do everything possible.

"The old lady isn't suffering from a specific illness, but all her internal organs are weak, and her vital energy is fading. She's reached the age when her life is drawing to a close. I'm powerless to help," Zhu Dongyu said as he shook his head.

"But my grandma is only seventy-three years old this year! With such good living conditions nowadays, how can she be nearing the end of her lifespan without any illnesses? It must have been triggered by the cold she caught some days ago!" Wu Yili, wiping the tears at the corner of her eyes, said unwillingly.

"The cold she caught a few days ago is only a superficial cause. The real reason is that your grandmother endured many hardships when she was young, especially after giving birth when she wasn't able to rest and replenish her vital energy properly. Therefore, even though she's only seventy-three, her internal organs are all weak, and her vital energy is fading. Now, even if I could use precious medicines like wild ginseng to replenish a bit of her vital energy, it would only add a few more days at most, and it would be a waste of money. It's better to ask the old lady if she has any last wishes and take care of them as soon as possible. I honestly cannot help," Zhu Dongyu said, seeing Wu Yili so pretty yet with swollen red eyes, full of tears, he felt very sorry for her and didn't blame her for her skepticism, replying in detail.

"Master Zhu, you are a national medical master. Since my mother isn't ill, you must have a way to save her. We don't dare to ask for much, only for you to find a way to let her live for a few more months or half a year, so that we, her children, can accompany her and fulfill our filial duties!" pleaded the man in his fifties.

This man was Wu Yili's uncle.

The old woman's condition had already been examined by the best Western medical hospital in the province, and indeed, the hospital was unable to detect any issues, merely stating that her organs were failing. Hence, the family of Wu Yili's grandmother, knowing she disliked staying in the hospital, brought her back home.

"Principal Zhang, since I'm here, I would have saved her if I could. But birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things, and I am powerless to change that," Zhu Dongyu sighed.

Wu Yili's uncle was the principal of Santai City No. 1 High School.

"Master Zhu, I beg you, please think again. I know that traditional Chinese medicine is profound. Western medicine might be hopeless in my mother's case, but perhaps traditional Chinese medicine still has a way," Principal Zhang, clearly a filial son, didn't give up hope.

"What you said is true; traditional Chinese medicine is profound. I am unable to help, but perhaps someone else can. Tomorrow, there will be a venerable elder from the traditional Chinese medicine community visiting our Santai City. As it happens, he once guided my medical skills many years ago. He's almost a hundred years old and truly a reclusive master. I'll ask him on your behalf tomorrow. However, he's a real hermit, and I haven't seen him for decades, so I'm not sure if he'll be willing to help, but I'll do my best. If he agrees to intervene, maybe your mother could live for a few more months," Zhu Dongyu suggested, evidently moved by the conversation.

"That would be wonderful, thank you, thank you!" People from the Zhang Family excitedly thanked Zhu Dongyu. Wu Yili couldn't hide her excitement, and reminded by Zhu Dongyu's suggestion, suddenly remembered her close friend, Tang Yahui, whose father Tang Yiyuan was not as famous as National Medical Master Zhu Dongyu, but was still a doctoral supervisor and a prominent figure in traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangnan Province. Perhaps he might also be able to help; consulting several renowned doctors could only increase hope.