novelraw Chapter 94 : The Sect’s Little Junior Brother
Chapter 94 : The Sect’s Little Junior Brother
Chapter 94: The Sect’s Little Junior Brother
When Lin Mo snatched back his phone and drove off, the actual truth was no longer important. Lin Mo could even admit he had been guilty, because in any case, there was no way he would ever let anyone see his browser history.
As for Miss Yuan, she was laughing so hard she nearly bent over, then quickly ran upstairs, eager to share this secret with Sichuan Girl.
Lin Mo, furious, floored the accelerator and pushed the speed up to seventy-five, just wanting to quickly leave this heartbreaking place behind.
An hour later, Lin Mo finally arrived at the Chinese Medicine Hospital. He found a spot to park and sent a message to Professor Li saying he had arrived.
Professor Li told him to come up to the third floor to the Chinese Medicine Department. Lin Mo didn’t waste words, hurried upstairs, and under the guidance of a young nurse, met Professor Li who was standing outside the department door in a white coat.
Just as Lin Mo was about to greet him, Professor Li took two steps forward and whispered: “When we go in, just call me Teacher. Understood?”
Lin Mo: .
Truly worthy of being a married couple. Sharing the same bed, their words were practically identical. Fortunately, Lin Mo’s bottom line was flexible enough. His principle was simply to go with the flow.
After all, calling him Teacher didn’t cost him a piece of flesh. Building good relations—who knew, maybe this could even be considered a connection for himself.
“Okay, Teacher!” Lin Mo replied obediently.
Seeing this, Professor Li nodded with satisfaction, then pushed open the office door and brought him inside.
“This is Director of the Rehabilitation Department, Pan Limin. His specialty is massage and bone setting. You two can exchange more in the future.
And this is Xiao Lin. He’s a senior in college this year, comes from a family tradition in massage and bone setting, and is very talented in medicine.”
Hearing Professor Li’s introduction, Lin Mo finally noticed there were two other people in white coats inside the office.
“Hello, Director Pan!” Lin Mo stepped forward to shake hands.
Pan Limin’s attitude was very warm: “So this is our little junior brother. Truly handsome and promising. No need to be polite, just call me Senior Brother. I’m also Teacher’s student.”
There was no choice but to be warm. From their conversation earlier, it was obvious that this one was the true closed-door disciple, the sect’s little junior brother.
And quite possibly even a direct disciple—the kind who would inherit the master’s mantle in the future.
If that were the case, then their relationship would certainly be closer. Naturally, he had to show friendliness.
They could only be counted as Professor Li’s students at best, but compared to a direct disciple, they were on completely different levels.
Unlike other fields, traditional Chinese medicine could roughly be divided into three categories: academy-trained, master-disciple, and family inheritance.
Both Pan Limin and Doctor Xiao Fan standing beside him were clearly academy-trained, having graduated from medical school. As for the other two categories, as the names suggested, one was from apprenticeship, the other from family tradition. The latter two placed much more importance on relationships and often had ancestral prescriptions or unique techniques for certain illnesses.
And just now, Teacher had introduced this little junior brother as someone with family-inherited skills. So Pan Limin didn’t look down on him just because of his age, though he didn’t believe someone this young could surpass him in massage techniques.
“Senior Brother Pan,” Lin Mo corrected himself.
Though he didn’t know Pan Limin’s exact thoughts, by the principle of “you’d be a fool not to take advantage when you can,” Lin Mo still addressed him as Senior Brother.
He had already accepted two Teachers, what was one more garlic clove on the pile?
“Teacher, what about me?”
At this moment, Doctor Xiao Fan asked. After all, he was a person too. Since he wasn’t being introduced, he had to speak up for himself.
“Shut up!”
Professor Li snapped, scaring Doctor Xiao Fan into shrinking his neck.
Finally, Pan Limin smiled and explained: “This is Fan Peng, Teacher’s recent graduate student. Just call him Senior Brother too.”
Hearing this, Lin Mo immediately thought back to the last time at the hotel, when Professor Li and Professor Mu were talking about the student who paralyzed someone with three misplaced acupuncture needles—wasn’t that this Xiao Fan?
Sizing up this new “senior brother,” Lin Mo saw he wasn’t much concerned with appearance. His hair was messy, he wore thick glasses, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was hard to tell if he had just cried or hadn’t slept well.
“Hello Senior Brother Fan, I’m Lin Mo.” Lin Mo stepped up to shake hands.
“Hello Junior Brother Lin. If you ever have a headache or fever, just come find me. A couple of needles and you’ll be fine!” Fan Peng smiled warmly.
Hearing this, Lin Mo thought of his record and felt his heart skip a beat. They had just met, and this guy already wanted to take his life? No thanks. He decided he’d better keep his distance from this one. He had no desire to end up half-paralyzed.
“Uh, sure, sure!”
Listening to their conversation, Professor Li shot Fan Peng a glare, but didn’t scold further. He had already spent the whole morning scolding him. He was tired. If he were ten years younger, he could have scolded him all day.
“Sit, give me your hand. I’ll take another look.” Professor Li sat in his chair, motioning for Lin Mo to extend his wrist.
Lin Mo obeyed. Both hands were checked, then his tongue coating examined. Finally, Professor Li took out a slip of paper and made some notes.
“Your kidney qi pulse has improved since last time. Nothing else has changed much. I’ve reduced one herb in your prescription. It’s still for a week’s worth. Afterwards, you can come with your Teacher to my home, and I’ll check you again.” Professor Li said.
“Thank you, Teacher!”
“No problem.” He handed the paper to Fan Peng: “Go downstairs and have them prepare these herbs. Make sure they’re decocted properly. Be careful about the quality.”
“Yes, Teacher.” Fan Peng took the prescription and left.
Lin Mo was a little puzzled: “Teacher, then I…”
“Wait a bit. The medicine will take time to prepare anyway. The main reason I asked you to come today was to let you get some exposure to Chinese medicine. Your massage skills are better than mine. Usually, you can learn and exchange more with your Senior Brother Pan. Later, while I see patients, you can observe at the side.” Professor Li explained his intention.
Even though Lin Mo wasn’t a medical student, he could still be trained privately. In the end, even if he couldn’t officially practice in the hospital, he could still follow the master-disciple path. So long as he had the skill, with Professor Li’s connections accumulated over the years, he would still have a bright future. At the very least, someone would inherit his mantle.
Before Lin Mo could respond, Pan Limin spoke: “Teacher, you’ve always said little junior brother’s massage skills are great, even family-inherited. Why not let him demonstrate? So I’ll have an idea of his level?”
At this, Professor Li’s lips curved into a smile: “Sure. Xiao Lin, go inside and let your Senior Brother test your skills. Do I look like I’d lie?”
Yes, his second purpose was precisely to use Lin Mo to knock his overconfident student down a peg. Since he wasn’t skilled in massage himself, Pan Limin had gotten quite arrogant these past two years.
Before Lin Mo could refuse, the two of them had already dragged him into the inner room. Pan Limin lay down on the bed: “Junior Brother, lately my waist has been sore, my neck stiff, my body tight—especially my waist. Take a look for me!”
Lin Mo knew that was the patient describing symptoms, but he didn’t actually understand much. Still, perfect chance to test things out.
Before coming here, he had burned the final volume of Massage and Bone Setting into his mind. Countless techniques swirled in his head, and he hadn’t had a chance to try them. Now one just delivered himself right to his hands. Whether useful or not, he would try them all one by one until something worked.
So Lin Mo flexed his fingers and wrists, joints cracking audibly. Under Professor Li’s puzzled gaze, he grinned excitedly and went straight to work.
From head to legs, he unleashed all eighteen martial skills in sequence. Very soon, poor Director Pan was twisted and bent like a folded quilt in Lin Mo’s hands, his body cracking with popping sounds.
“Ahhh~”
“Ow, ow, ow!”
“Damn it, go easy, Junior Brother!”
Massage, bone-setting—it was all there. Perhaps because the skill had just leveled up, his methods were rather rough. Normally Pan Limin was a tough, iron-blooded man, but today Lin Mo pressed him so hard tears came out.
Half an hour later, Pan Limin stood up, moving his arms and legs, feeling the changes in his body. His eyes were full of shock.
This wasn’t the level Teacher had said was “similar” to his—it was clearly far beyond him. Especially those bone-setting techniques, they were impossibly precise, hitting the meridians and pressure points with perfect strength.
“Teacher, you said we could exchange skills, but we can’t! Junior Brother already has the skills of a senior attending physician.” Pan Limin said, half laughing, half crying.
Professor Li: “Stronger than you? I thought he was about the same as you.”
Pan Limin: “Teacher, you brought me here just to make me look like a fool, didn’t you?”
The three of them: .