Chapter 220: You Are the Medicine God

Nan Jiaojiao brought Jiang Yu in front of Old Lady Bo.

Before this, she had already shown Jiang Yu the medical images taken at the hospital.

Having a rough understanding of the illness, Jiang Yu immediately started assessing her by gently squeezing Old Lady Bo’s knee.

With little force, he was actually able to squeeze out several fingerprint indentations, resembling pits, where the bones should have been the hardest and most flexible, soft as bread.

“Old Lady,”

Jiang Yu, with a cigarette filter in his mouth, exhaled a plume of smoke, narrowing his deep-set eyes, “You really have a high tolerance for pain.

This leg of yours, even if it had just been crushed within three years, I could have pieced every shard of bone back together.

Now though, it’s difficult.”

Old Lady Bo was very quiet today, unusually so.

She had the temperament of an old child; from the moment she came in until now, she was surprisingly silent.

Under the wide sleeves, both of her hands rested on her legs, in a dark, unseen corner, tightly clenched into fists, the tension and fear stemming from the depths of her heart nearly overwhelming, yet her face showed none of it.

She was listening to people talking the whole time, one after the other, seemingly in a daze.

It seemed that Yaen Chi asked, “How difficult?”

Jiang Yu replied, “Can a cripple accept it?”

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Bo’s hands, which had been tightly gripping her clothes, suddenly loosened.

Her lips twitched, forcing a strained smile, “Can I stand up?”

Jiang Yu scoffed, “What I mean is, being crippled is the worst outcome.”

She tapped lightly on Old Lady Bo’s knee with a long smoking pipe, “It’s just two legs, not impossible to treat.”

Such arrogance!

Bo Yanching suddenly stood up, his gaze icy, and glanced at Nan Jiaojiao with a voice that betrayed no emotion, “Madam, if you are being reckless, we might as well not treat this disease.”

It’s better to maintain the status quo than to allow Grandma to be trifled with!

Jiang Yu glanced at him emotionlessly.

Pei Dongshi chuckled lightly, his eyes calm but confident, “Third Master Bo, you seem to have forgotten my other identity, the person whom you call ‘master.’ Who do you think he is?”

Bo Yanching looked coldly at Pei Dongshi, a flash of chill passing through his eyes, his expression suddenly stern.

Pei Dongshi, East Sea.

His master, Medicine God!

“You are the Medicine God?” he asked.

Jiang Yu lifted his brow slightly, his gaze lightly passing over him.

When he withdrew his line of sight, he glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, his eyes suppressing a hint of laughter yet scrutinizing.

She didn’t respond to Bo Yanching’s words, simply stating, “Bring the patient into the operating room.”

With that, she turned and walked out.

Nan Jiaojiao placed her hand in Bo Yanching’s, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go, “Don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

Bo Yanching looked down as he was about to reciprocate the grip, but Nan Jiaojiao had already let go and walked a few steps before squatting in front of Old Lady Bo.

“Grandma, don’t be nervous, the surgery will take at most three hours, and I’ll be here the whole time,”

Old Lady Bo smiled and patted her, “Grandma isn’t nervous.

Go now, the longer we delay, the more nervous you’ll be.”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed, “Okay, I’m going to change into sterile clothing first, my master will take you there first.”

Old Lady Bo nodded, thanking Pei Dongshi, “Thank you for the trouble.”

“It’s my duty.”

Pei Dongshi pushed the wheelchair out, and as they descended the steps, Bo Yanching and Yaen Chi lifted it from either side.

Pei Dongshi asked in a low voice, “Does Third Master have time this afternoon?”

Bo Yanching glanced at him, “Yes.”

“Good, I have something I’d like to discuss with you after the surgery.”

Bo Yanching directly asked, “Does it involve Jiaojiao?”

“Yes and no,” Pei Dongshi, with a smile playing at the corner of his lips, “The girl is causing quite a stir, and I can’t cover it all.

I need you to step in.”