70: Chapter 69: A Tit-for-Tat Confrontation!
70: Chapter 69: A Tit-for-Tat Confrontation!
Faced with Max’s provocation, Li Chen just smiled without saying a word, making no response.
Old Master Moo Hee’s injury was located at the heart, and it had been over twenty years since its onset—it had already progressed to a grievous stage.
What’s more, the old man was of advanced age and wouldn’t possibly be a candidate for surgery.
At best, he could only take some potent medicine to slow the worsening of the wound.
If surgery is off the table, it means even the most brilliant Western doctor would be helpless.
Li Chen was truly curious to see how this so-called expert, who had been belittling traditional Chinese medicine from the start and was hell-bent on singing his own praises, would wind up in the end.
Seeing that Li Chen wasn’t responding, Max assumed it was out of guilt and became even more arrogantly dismissive.
“You agree with what I’m saying, right?”
Li Chen gave a cold smile and asked, “After blowing your own trumpet for so long, are your balls hurting?”
Max’s Chinese proficiency was limited to simple daily conversations; he could not understand nuanced terms like “blowing one’s trumpet” and “balls hurting.”
Right away, he wore a baffled expression and asked, “Blowing trumpet, balls hurting?”
Little Xi shot Li Chen a severe glance and said, “Dr.
Max, you are magnanimous.
Please don’t stoop to his level.
Let’s focus on treating my father first!”
“Little Xi, go get all the film that was taken at the hospital and show it to Dr.
Moo Xi glanced at Li Chen and then scurried to the old master’s room, bringing back all sorts of film such as angiograms, MRIs, and CTs.
Max took the film and reviewed them one by one.
The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.
His once-confident face suddenly grew somber, and cold sweat even broke out on his wide forehead.
“The old master’s condition is very grim, especially the left atrium; the damage is severe.
The fact that he is still alive is nothing short of a blessing from God.”
Hearing Max’s words, Moo Xi turned pale with fright and asked with a tremble, “Doctor, can my grandfather undergo surgery then?”
Max shook his head and said, “No, in your Huaxia people’s words, the old master is already past all help.
No one but God can save him now!”
Li Chen scoffed and said, “Ha, clearly it’s your lack of skill and yet you insist on dragging God down with you.
I truly feel sorry for you!”
Max flew into a furious rage and barked, “Young man, what do you mean by that?
Are you saying you can cure him?”
Li Chen nodded, smiling with great confidence, “Of course.
If you hadn’t come here making a mess, perhaps the old master would already be on the mend by now!”
Moo Cheng saw Li Chen accusing them of making a mess and immediately grew furious.
“You impudent brat, what big talk!”
Moo Hee glared at his son and scolded angrily, “Moo Cheng, hold your tongue.
Do not be disrespectful to our young friend Li Chen!”
“Dad, this is a desperate grasp at straws.
What if something goes wrong…”
Before Moo Cheng could finish his sentence, the old master stared him down, irritably interrupting.
“What else could go wrong?
Didn’t the expert you brought already give the diagnosis that I’m past all help and no medicine can cure me?”
Moo Cheng, knowing he was in the wrong, didn’t dare to respond any further.
Moo Hee couldn’t bother with his good-for-nothing son and turned to bow slightly to Li Chen, saying, “My son has offended you in many ways.
I ask for your understanding, young friend Li Chen!”
Li Chen fiddled with the silver needles in his hand and said, “No matter, I don’t stoop to the level of the common herd.
Old master, time is of the essence.
Seeing Li Chen’s haughty attitude and apparent disdain for himself, Moo Cheng felt his rage surging upwards.
Gritting his teeth and seething with anger, he thought bitterly.
You insolent kid, spouting arrogance at such a young age.
Just wait, if you can’t cure the old master’s illness, I’ll make sure you regret it!