novelraw Chapter 145 : No Time to Explain, Get in the Car!
Chapter 145 : No Time to Explain, Get in the Car!
Chapter 145: No Time to Explain, Get in the Car!
“Senior Brother Fan, I’m really sorry to trouble you again. Do you have time after work tonight? Let me treat you to dinner!”
At the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Lin Mo handed a bottle of water to Fan Peng with a smile. As the saying went, if one had connections, there was no need for brute force. Since he was already here, naturally he had to use his connections.
At least, this way he could get better quality herbs, and maybe even slip in some extra benefits when the medicine was decocted.
“Hey, what are you talking about? Don’t be so polite. Besides, I didn’t really help much—just mentioned it to someone. As for dinner, forget it, I’m on duty tonight and can’t leave.
Next time, I’ll treat you instead. Oh, and by the way, I saw the news online about you saving someone recently. Senior Brother Pan’s been talking about you nonstop. How about you drop by the Rehabilitation Department later to visit him?” Fan Peng said with a grin, clearly showing his affection toward his junior.
First, they were close in age; second, they shared the same master. He even hoped that one day Lin Mo could share some of his workload. The two of them were practically natural allies—brothers in the same trench. Who else would he be close to if not him?
“Better not. Senior Brother Pan’s so busy—no need to bother him over such a small matter. I just visited our teacher today and did some health conditioning while I was there,” Lin Mo said, waving his hand.
To be honest, compared to the serious Senior Brother Pan, who specialized in massage and bone setting, he preferred this easygoing Senior Brother Fan. They were closer in age, after all. Senior Brother Pan was almost old enough to be his parents—what was there to talk about with him?
Hearing that Lin Mo had actually dared to visit their teacher’s home today, Fan Peng gave him a big thumbs-up. To tell the truth, not even the older disciples like Senior Brother Pan dared to visit the teacher casually.
When faced with a tricky case, calling the teacher over for a consultation and getting scolded was one thing—but who would go asking for a scolding willingly? Now that he worked in the hospital, every time he heard the teacher call his name, his legs trembled.
He was even considering switching focus to massage like Senior Brother Pan—at least their teacher wasn’t good at that and couldn’t scold him for it. Senior Brother Pan was the best example of that strategy.
“Junior Brother, you’ve got guts! Even Senior Brother Pan doesn’t dare visit the teacher’s house—impressive!” Fan Peng said, giving a thumbs-up.
Lin Mo: ???
Seeing his confused look, Fan Peng knew this junior was still in the early learning phase, yet to experience their teacher’s “educational beatings.” He leaned in and said quietly while holding the prescription in his hand:
“Junior Brother, your two classmates have pretty severe deficiencies—one kidney yin deficiency, the other kidney yang deficiency. Tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, I can handle such minor issues too. Next time something like this happens, just bring them to me directly.
If that doesn’t work, I can even give them a couple of acupuncture needles!”
Hearing that, Lin Mo instinctively took a step back, giving an awkward laugh. “Next time, next time. I’m afraid they might not have that kind of luck.”
“What luck or no luck? Your friends are my friends! In the future, if they get a cold, shoulder pain, cervical spondylosis, or trigeminal neuralgia—just bring them to me. A couple of needles and they’ll be cured!” Fan Peng said, patting his junior’s shoulder and entering full salesman mode.
Just then, a middle-aged nurse in uniform came charging out, waving a leg bone model and yelling from afar:
“Fan Peng! Five hundred bottles of saline solution—are you planning to let the patients bathe in it?!”
At those words, Fan Peng didn’t say another thing. He bolted on the spot, giving Lin Mo’s shoulder a pat on his way out as if to say, Don’t worry, I’ve got this.
Then they saw the nurse chasing him up to the second floor, leg bone model in hand.
Lin Mo: .
Meanwhile, Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl stood not far away, both in a state of numb disbelief. Who would’ve thought their roommate had connections everywhere—even in the hospital—and could casually call someone “Senior Brother”? They were beginning to doubt if they were really computer science majors.
“Hey? Old Mo, why’d your senior run away?” Wang Chu asked.
Lin Mo glanced at him. “Address me as Your Majesty!”
“I’m being serious, Old Mo. Is he also one of Professor Li’s students?” Sichuan Girl asked in amazement.
Lin Mo: “What? You’ve already paid up and now don’t even call me ‘Father King’ anymore?”
Both of them: .
“Come on, what are you standing around for?” Lin Mo beckoned.
Sichuan Girl: “Where to? We haven’t gotten the medicine yet.”
“They still have to decoct it, don’t they? What, you think they’ll just hand it over like candy water at a pharmacy? It takes at least two hours. Let’s grab a meal first,” Lin Mo said, rolling his eyes.
Did they really think you could just pay and walk out with medicine instantly?
At a nearby fast-food restaurant, the three ordered two light dishes to fill their stomachs.
“Old Mo, your senior brother looks pretty young. Is he a doctor too?”
As soon as they sat down, Sichuan Girl asked curiously.
“You mean Senior Brother Fan? Yeah, he’s also one of Professor Li’s students. He’s working at this hospital now. He even said just now that he could treat the both of you,” Lin Mo said, picking up a bit of stir-fried greens.
“Really? Your senior can treat us too? Could you give me his contact info? I’d rather find him next time—Professor Li is a bit too serious,” Sichuan Girl said excitedly.
Wang Chu nodded repeatedly in agreement. They both always felt tense around Professor Li. They weren’t his students, so they couldn’t act as casually as Lin Mo did.
The best part? If someone else could treat them, they wouldn’t have to tag along with Lin Mo anymore—it was always a bit awkward.
“Sure! My senior’s been looking for someone to practice on anyway,” Lin Mo said cheerfully.
Both of them froze.
Wang Chu asked hesitantly, “Wait… practice?”
“Yeah. My Senior Brother Fan just graduated not long ago. Once, he accidentally paralyzed himself with three misplaced needles. As long as you don’t let him do acupuncture, I can’t guarantee he’ll cure you—but I can at least say he won’t kill you.
But if you let him use needles… well, that’s up to your luck.”
Both of them: .
They had thought he was another expert—but turns out he was an incomplete expert. Better give him another decade or two before trusting him with their bodies.
Meanwhile, in Jiangning’s South City District, inside an old government compound—at Miss Yuan’s grandmother’s house—Professor Li Chengyang was taking the pulse of a thin, frail old man with sparse hair.
The old man was Miss Yuan’s grandfather. Though his body was frail, his eyes remained sharp and full of spirit.
“Old Leader, your body’s still quite alright—it’s just that your thoughts are too restless. At your age, you shouldn’t be worrying so much. Eating and drinking well would be better for you.
I’ll prescribe you two doses of medicine and combine it with acupuncture—it should ease your symptoms,” Professor Li said with a smile.
After all, this old gentleman, though retired now, had once been a senior official in Jiangning City—and a veteran who’d carried a gun in his youth.
Even though Professor Li himself was elderly, he still held genuine respect for such leaders.
The old man grinned and said hoarsely, “Enough, Little Li, you don’t have to flatter me. Just tell me straight—how many years do I have left? I’d rather know.”
Being called “Little Li” at his age was, admittedly, quite amusing.
At that, Madam Jiang and her elder brother Jiang Jianguo grew tense, while Miss Yuan stayed in the other room accompanying her grandmother.
The old man hadn’t been well these past days, and Madam Jiang had been staying over out of worry. Old Comrade Yuan couldn’t come often due to business, so as the youngest daughter, Madam Jiang took charge—and brought her own daughter along.
Yuan Meng was their precious granddaughter, and having her around helped cheer up the old man at least a little.
Professor Li gave a helpless smile. In truth, judging from the pulse and medical report, he could roughly estimate how many years the old man had left—but such words could never be spoken aloud.
This wasn’t a case of someone on their deathbed requiring last rites.
“Old Leader, you’re making things hard for me. I don’t have that kind of ability.
Just look at your report—it shows a malignant tumor, sure, but the doctor said it’s slow-growing. It’d take ten or twenty years for it to really cause problems. You’re fine! What’s there to worry about?” Professor Li said with a smile.
The old man had been diagnosed late last year. Professor Li had been there too. Given his age, there wasn’t much point in aggressive treatment.
His other issues were common among the elderly—plus an old gunshot wound with shrapnel pressing on his nerves, causing bouts of pain and insomnia.
If not for good family care, his condition would be far worse.
The old man laughed heartily. “Haha! Well, that’s enough for me to be happy. Guns couldn’t kill me when I was young, and now even cancer can’t beat me in old age. I’d say that’s a win!
Since you won’t tell me the truth, at least help me fix this pain issue. I just want to sleep well—this constant ache is torture.”
Professor Li exhaled in relief and said quickly, “That’s no problem. I’ll write you a prescription to help your sleep. You’ll also need to manage your emotions—your blood pressure’s a bit high.
As for the pain relief, I won’t give you painkillers. The best way now is acupuncture combined with massage therapy.
I can handle the acupuncture myself, but for massage, one of my students—he’s now the Director of the Rehabilitation Department at the Chinese Medicine Hospital—specializes in it. He can definitely help.”
Then he paused, as if remembering something.
The old man chuckled. “What’s on your mind now?”
Professor Li hesitated for a moment. Indeed, he’d thought of another student—Lin Mo. That family-inherited massage technique of his was even better than the Director’s.
But this was a high-profile patient—a retired leader. Lin Mo was still too young. Even if he trusted Lin Mo’s skill, the family might not. After all, in traditional medicine, age often equaled credibility. The elderly believed firmly: A man without whiskers can’t be trusted with serious work.
And besides, Lin Mo wasn’t a licensed doctor—he couldn’t just bring anyone in to treat a government leader.
“No, it’s nothing, Old Leader, I—”
“Speak up, boy! Don’t mumble like that. You’re too old to be acting shy,” the old man said, clicking his tongue.
Professor Li thought for a moment before saying, “Actually, Old Leader, I have another disciple—he inherited a family’s massage technique that’s even better than my Director student’s. He hasn’t officially graduated under me yet, but if you trust me, I can bring him along. Whether you use him or not, that’s up to you.”
He deliberately used the term “disciple” instead of “student” to emphasize his regard for Lin Mo.
The old man laughed. “Haha! Sounds like this disciple of yours is quite something. Since you recommend him, let him come too! I’ve got nothing to lose at this age anyway.”
Hearing that, Madam Jiang and Jiang Jianguo were both relieved. Having more options was never a bad thing—and if Professor Li vouched for someone, that person had to be skilled.
“Doctor Li, in that case, let’s give it a try. Anyone you recommend won’t be wrong,” Jiang Jianguo said.
Madam Jiang nodded. “Yes, thank you so much, Doctor Li.”
Seeing this, Professor Li nodded and turned to make a phone call.
At that very moment, Lin Mo and his friends had just finished eating and were strolling back lazily when his phone rang.
“Hello, Junior Brother, why didn’t you tell me you came to the hospital? Where are you?”
As soon as the call connected, Pan Limin’s voice came through.
Lin Mo thought his senior just wanted to discuss massage techniques with him, so he smiled. “Just came to get some medicine, didn’t want to bother you. I’m almost at the entrance—oh, I see you now!”
But the next second, he saw Senior Brother Pan jogging toward him, shoving a brand-new white coat—still wrapped in a plastic bag—into his arms before pulling him along.
“Quick, come with me!”
Being dragged away, Lin Mo was completely baffled. “Senior Brother, what’s going on? Let’s talk this out. We’re brothers, right? No need to rush—I haven’t even picked up my medicine yet!”
Pan Limin shot him a look. “No time to explain—get in the car!”
Lin Mo: ???
Only Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu were left standing there, each holding an ice pop, dumbfounded.
Wang Chu: “Did Old Mo just get kidnapped?”
Sichuan Girl slurped her ice pop. “Nonsense. Looks to me like his sect just encountered a powerful enemy and is summoning disciples back.”
Wang Chu: “You’ve been reading too many web novels.”