Chapter 661: Could he be a quack?

"Don't worry about whether this prescription was written by my master. Even if it wasn't written by my master, so what? The most important thing right now is whether this prescription is effective!"

Wang Ping'an couldn't help but secretly complain. He glanced at Zhao Kangtai, who seemed to be listening carefully to Gu Lianggong's speech and not paying attention to the prescription in his hand. He couldn't help but slander:
"Could it be that you, old man, don't see the power of this prescription, and don't know that this prescription can completely cure the old man's problem, so you change the subject and talk about these nonsense?"

He didn't want to think badly of Zhao Kangtai. After all, as the old saying goes: A doctor is like a loving parent!

although.

In his previous life, he had heard a lot about quack doctors who harmed people's lives, doctors who refused to treat patients without red envelopes, and doctors who raised their prices during the operating table. However, he still believed that most doctors in the world were good, and the bad ones were only a small minority.

after all.

There are many good people in this world;

He shouldn't think badly of Zhao Kangtai, but Zhao Kangtai's current behavior made it difficult for him to think well of him.

"Gu Lianggong, what you said makes sense. Hiding this prescription secretly in your pocket is not like what the second-generation Taoist Master Ku Mu did!"

Zhao Kangtai listened carefully to Gu Lianggong's explanation. As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Gu Lianggong nodded in agreement. Before the expression of agreement on his face stayed for too long, he spoke again:

"But this prescription is very likely to have been left by this Taoist priest Ku Mu, who you thought was impossible!"

Gu Lianggong really wanted to curse loudly. It was obvious that Zhao Kangtai still agreed with his approach, so why did he suddenly change his mind? It was as if he was making a fool of him. However, he believed that Zhao Kangtai would not be so bored as to joke with him about such a thing.

Since Zhao Kangtai said so, he must have his reasons.

He wanted to see whether Zhao Kangtai's reasoning could convince him.

Gu Lianggong snorted coldly and asked, "Zhao Kangtai, I just gave a reason why Taoist Master Ku Mu didn't do this. Since you now agree that Taoist Master Ku Mu did it, can you also give a reason to explain why Taoist Master Ku Mu secretly hid this prescription in my pocket?"

"If I say that the prescription he left in your pocket was actually meant for me, would you believe me?"

Zhao Kangtai seemed to have thought of something, his face was complicated, his momentum weakened, as if he had aged by more than ten or twenty years. Looking at the worried eyes of Zhao Derun, Zhao Huai and others, he pretended to be indifferent and continued to speak:
"Of course, the real purpose is to save you. After all, you just said that you were busy at Le Wenmao's funeral. Even if you didn't make any contributions, you still worked hard. I think the second-generation Taoist priest Ku Mu must know this!"

"Save my life?"

Gu Lianggong thought about it and believed that if Taoist Xuanqing really had the ability to cure his illness, he would definitely do so. However, he was still very curious about Zhao Kangtai's initial answer and said in confusion:

"Zhao Kangtai, you said that Taoist Master Ku Mu came for you. I remember that you and Taoist Master Ku Mu never had any conflicts before, so why would he come for you for no reason?"

Zhao Kangtai said self-deprecatingly: "Of course I want to see how capable I am and whether I am attentive when treating this old man Le Wenmao!"

"Dad, how could he doubt you? If it weren't for you, regardless of the threats from Cui Ji in public and the Zhu family in secret, and risking your life to treat Uncle Le, Uncle Le would have passed away more than a decade ago!"

Before Gu Lianggong opened his mouth, Zhao Derun could not help but complain: "Not to mention, Le Zhuang is covered in wounds every now and then, all of which are caused by bites from vicious dogs. If it weren't for you, Dad, not to mention Uncle Le, even Le Zhuang would be dead. How could this Taoist Master Ku Mu doubt whether you are willing to treat Uncle Le?" Le Wenmao was paralyzed in bed at the time, and Le Zhuang hurriedly ran to him and asked him to come over. He took a look and found that he had no way to treat Le Wenmao's illness. He was going to come back and ask his father to go. On the way, he met people from the Cui family and threatened them not to meddle in other people's business.

If his father had not taken Cui Ji's threat seriously, the Cui family would have been wary of his father's power. After all, his father and even their Zhao family have saved countless lives since they came to Liangshui Town for who knows how many years. They can be said to be the masters of all families. No matter what kind of people they are, they have to give face to their family, especially his father.

Maybe if his father refuses, the Cui family will take action.

You're welcome to say that.

Their family is indebted to the Le family!
Never thought of it.

The relative of the Le family, Taoist Master Ku Mu, actually doubted whether his father was serious in treating Le Wenmao.

This is not just doubt, this is completely trampling on the reputation accumulated by his father and their Zhao family for generations.

Zhao Kangtai scolded, "I'm just expressing my suspicions, not necessarily true. Why are you so anxious? You are now a doctor in the clinic. I have taught you how to behave for so many years, and you have become like this?"

Gu Lianggong smiled awkwardly. He didn't want to get involved in the conflict between Zhao Kangtai and Taoist Ku Mu. No matter who they were, they were not people he could afford to provoke. He quickly changed the subject and said:
"Zhao Kangtai, you said that this prescription was specially prescribed for me by Taoist Master Ku Mu based on my illness. Then, can you tell me how effective this prescription is and whether it can cure my illness?"

Zhao Kangtai did not rush to answer Gu Lianggong's question, but handed the prescription in his hand back.

Zhao Derun took it subconsciously and asked puzzledly: "Dad?"

"Take a look at this prescription!"

Zhao Kangtai ordered casually.

Zhao Derun didn't waste any words. He picked up the prescription and read it carefully. His face was full of dissatisfaction at first, and became more and more solemn at the end. If you look closely, you can still see the surprise and even horror flashing in his eyes.

After a long time, Zhao Derun exhaled heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the prescription in his hand and then at Gu Lianggong, his face full of horror that was difficult to conceal.

Zhao Kangtai asked: "How is it, what did you see?"

"This prescription, this prescription..."

Zhao Derun hesitated and swallowed his saliva for a long time before he said firmly: "It can cure Uncle Gu's illness!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Before Zhao Kangtai could speak, Gu Lianggong exclaimed and questioned, "Derun, neither you nor your father can do anything about my illness. You can only alleviate it and let me live another year and a half or three to five years. Taoist Master Ku Mu, how can you possibly cure my illness?"

(End of this chapter)