1901 Treacherous Scoundrel (7)
In the midst of the silence, Qi Xibei let out a laugh that shattered the atmosphere.
âSo thatâs what it is,â she scoffed. âOne month? Are you sure?â
Yang Moâs face turned as dark as a pot, and she glared at Qi Xibei with a cold expression.
âYes, one month. I guarantee it! In one monthâs time, I can cure Mr. Zhang!â
After examining Zhang Xunâs body earlier that day, Yang Mo had made up her mind.
Although she couldnât guarantee a complete recovery within a month, it wasnât too far-fetched.
She could assure that there would be noticeable improvements in his condition after a month of treatment. So, she wasnât technically lying.
After a month had passed, Zhang Xun would become aware of the changes in his body.
At that time, he would naturally continue seeking treatment from her.
Qi Xibei chuckled dismissively, âHa! I never knew you had such talent for boasting. One month? Give you two months, and you still wonât be able to do it!â
Her words were resolute and forceful, causing some anxiety among the Zhang family members.
Yang Mo had claimed that one month would be sufficient, so why did Qi Xibei say she couldnât handle it even in two months?
Could it be true?
âQi Xibei!â Yang Mo grew infuriated. âWhat nonsense are you spouting? Do I not know my own abilities?!â
If there werenât so many people present, she might have lost control and lashed out physically.
She couldnât understand why Qi Xibei always had to be at odds with her.
âAre you becoming furious with shame?â Qi Xibei sneered.
Her words made Yang Mo seethe with anger. Her face turned a tumultuous mix of black, green, blue, and white, creating a striking sight.
âMr. Zhang, I suggest you donât believe her words,â Qi Xibei said, unaffected by Yang Moâs outburst. She turned to Zhang Xun and continued, âShe doesnât have the skills for it. Donât let her worsen your condition through more treatments!â
âQi Xibei!â Yang Mo was on the verge of roaring.
Damn Qi Xibei! What exactly was she here for?!
Qi Xibei paid no attention to Yang Moâs impact and walked over to Zhang Xun, extending her hand to feel his pulse.
âQi XibeiâŠâ
Watching Qi Xibeiâs proficient actions, Yang Mo felt a sense of panic.
Though they were both examining the pulse, Yang Mo was far less skilled in this aspect.
During her time following Qi Xibei and learning from her, she had only spent one or two years, including the time it took to get started.
After getting the basics, she had only truly learned for a year.
How much useful knowledge could she acquire in just a year?
Later, she arrived in this world, discovered the existence of traditional Chinese medicine, and became acquainted with the differences from Western medicine.
To avoid getting too entangled with her past life, she focused primarily on Western medicine.
While she hadnât completely abandoned her knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, her understanding in that area was limited.
Her focus was on Western medicine, so she usually relied on various medical instruments to examine patientsâ conditions.
Simply relying on observation, smell, inquiry, and pulse diagnosis alone wouldnât provide a comprehensive understanding of a patientâs condition. However, Qi Xibeiâs performance was completely different from hers.
What made Yang Mo even more anxious was the fact that Qi Xibei seemed to be capable of using spiritual power to heal!
Spiritual power was equivalent to X-ray in this world, capable of directly scanning the entire body.
The resulting information was equally detailed and free from errors.
For a doctor, it was an incredible skill!
At this moment, Yang Mo couldnât help but regret.
Why hadnât she learned to diagnose using spiritual power?
If she had acquired such abilities, she wouldnât be in such a predicament now.
Qi Xibei had no idea what was going through Yang Moâs mind as she continued examining Zhang Xun.
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