A moment later, the silver thread was withdrawn.
However, Young Master Mu remained silent, not announcing the diagnosis.
Yang Chuxia was speechless, thinking, what kind of person is this? Just tell me, would you? I’ve even prepared the consultation fee!
Seeing Yang Chuxia’s anxiety, Ye Zi’an asked on her behalf, "I wonder what the diagnosis is for uncle according to Divine Doctor Mu?"
Upon hearing Ye Zi’an’s question, Yang Dachuan finally realized that the man was taking his pulse and also eagerly looked at Young Master Mu.
When Young Master Mu heard the question, he snorted and looked at Ye Zi’an, "Didn’t you say you’re better than me? Why don’t you tell me the diagnosis?"
Ye Zi’an’s mouth twitched in response.
Yang Chuxia’s face twisted as well!
Their respective servants responded similarly!
Seeing Ye Zi’an not saying anything, Young Master Mu became even more arrogant, "Go ahead, tell me the diagnosis!"
Yang Chuxia was speechless, "Young Master Mu, why do you have to push people too hard? Everyone has their own expertise. Brother An didn’t study medicine. Why do you have to make things difficult for him?"
Young Master Mu raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, "Well, he did compare women with me!" After saying this, he felt something was wrong, but didn’t think too deeply about it, instead simply stating, "There’s no cure!"
"What the hell!" It was Yang Chuxia’s turn to swear, "If you can’t cure it, then why the hell are you acting high and mighty? I thought you could cure him! I even prepared the bargaining chip, and after all this fuss, you can’t cure him! What’s there to be arrogant about!"
Young Master Mu rolled his eyes, "I’m not a god! Although I’m called a divine doctor, I’m still human after all. And your father’s arm has been injured for many years, plus he didn’t take care of it before, so the tendons and meridians in it have become dead."
Hearing that there was no cure, Yang Chuxia and the others were somewhat disappointed, but they thought that it was reasonable because he was not a god after all.
It was Yang Dachuan who was more open-minded, "Xiaxia, it’s okay, if dad can’t be cured, it can’t be helped. I’m used to it, and it doesn’t hold me back from doing things!"
Seeing Yang Dachuan’s open-mindedness, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an were relieved. A moment later, Yang Chuxia asked,
"So when are you going to treat Brother An?"
"Tonight!" said Young Master Mu indifferently.
"Why do we have to wait until tonight?" Yang Chuxia asked curiously, "Aren’t you going to insert needles? Won’t it be hard to see the acupoints in the dark?"
Yang Chuxia swore she was just genuinely curious, as this world definitely had no electricity and no bright lights at night. She definitely wasn’t questioning Young Master Mu’s medical skills.
However, in Young Master Mu’s view, Yang Chuxia was indeed doubting his medical skills, so he coldly glared at her and left with a flourish of his sleeves.
Leaving Yang Chuxia feeling baffled.
Meanwhile, in the same courtyard, a man in white clothes drank tea while laughing as he listened to a report about the incident in the front yard from a hidden guard.
When Young Master Mu approached,
He smiled faintly, "Shaoling, you should really get married!"
"What does this have to do with me being married or not?" Our Young Master Mu, Shaoling by name, drank the tea on the table in one gulp and snorted, "I’m the famous divine doctor, and that little girl dares to question my medical skills, she’s absolutely unforgivable! If it weren’t for her still being useful, I would definitely..."
"Alright, Shaoling!" The man in white gently said, "No need to be petty with a girl! It’s a pity she’s of low status, and she’s already betrothed."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking?" Young Master Mu’s eyes widened, "That little girl is only twelve years old!"
"Girls can get married at fourteen or fifteen," said the man in white lightly, "But the main issue is still her low status!"