His meaning was clear: if you are merely a swordsman, I will only provide limited, task-based cooperation.
But if you want to delve into the core circle and attract truly top-tier individuals, you must bring something substantial yourself.
Cheng Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and set it down.
He looked at Matsushita Eiichi and suddenly spoke: "Mr. Matsushita, have you recently often felt cramping and soreness in your legs at night, especially in your left leg? In the afternoon, your cheekbones sometimes feel flushed and hot, and when you were making tea, your right pinky finger had a subtle, involuntary tremor. Have you been taking a modified 'Fuling Sini Tang' for over half a month, yet with little effect?"
There was a soft click.
The tea tongs that Matsushita Eiichi was about to set down fell onto the tea tray.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes behind his glasses widening abruptly, staring at Cheng Mo in disbelief.
Few people knew about his chronic ailment, and the prescription was something he had carefully concocted himself, never revealing it to outsiders!
This young man in front of him, based on a single glance and a few words, had described his symptoms, medication, and even the lack of efficacy with pinpoint accuracy!
This… what astonishing observational skills and medical expertise was this?!
"How… how did you know?" Matsushita Eiichi's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor; his previous businesslike attitude instantly vanished.
In its place was a shock and reverence one would only show to a true master.
"Inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation—merely the basic skills of a physician," Cheng Mo's tone remained calm. "Mr.'s condition is not purely due to deficiency of yang and cold dampness. With advanced age, the liver and kidneys gradually decline, yin blood is insufficient, and the sinews and vessels lack nourishment, leading to pain from malnourishment. Coupled with prolonged sitting and mental strain, qi stagnation occurs, giving rise to deficient fire.
Fuling Sini Tang excels at warming yang and dispelling dampness, but it is insufficient in nourishing yin, enriching blood, and clearing deficient fire, hence it cannot achieve full efficacy. Perhaps you could try a modified approach combining the principles of 'Shaoyao Gancao Tang' and 'Zhibai Dihuang Wan,' heavily using Shaoyao and stir-fried licorice to relieve spasms and pain, supplemented with Anemarrhena and Phellodendron to clear and descend deficient fire, and prepared Rehmannia and Cornus fruit to replenish the liver and kidneys…"
Cheng Mo spoke at a steady pace, citing classics, analyzing pathology, and adjusting treatment strategies. He explained profound concepts in simple terms, yet directly hit the nail on the head.
He was already a high-achieving medical student, and with his brain enhanced by the Myriad Realms Physique, he had memorized a vast amount of medical texts. Combined with the feedback from the Eye of Truth, Matsushita Eiichi's illness was completely exposed before him.
Matsushita Eiichi listened, utterly captivated, the shock on his face gradually turning into admiration. He even subconsciously picked up a pen and paper nearby and began to quickly take notes.
The ideas Cheng Mo mentioned perfectly aligned with, and even surpassed in subtlety and appropriateness, the adjustments he had been painstakingly contemplating recently!
Tanjirou listened, completely bewildered, but he could clearly see that the initially stern old gentleman now looked at his teacher with an entirely different gaze.
It was a heartfelt admiration, even tinged with the eagerness of a student towards a teacher.
"…That's roughly it. The specific dosages still need to be carefully considered based on the subtle changes in Mr.'s pulse."
After Cheng Mo finished, he picked up his teacup and took another sip.
Matsushita Eiichi let out a long sigh, put down his pen, and solemnly bowed to Cheng Mo: "Mr. Cheng is a man of great talent; I am truly impressed. I apologize for my earlier rudeness; I am deeply ashamed! Mr.'s exquisite medical skills and unique insights are beyond anything I have ever heard. With Mr. presiding, our Jianji Hall is truly honored!"
He no longer had any doubts.
This Mr. Cheng Mo was not merely a powerful swordsman, but also a hidden master of medicine!
His lord's decision to send him was certainly not without purpose.
His attitude instantly shifted from "cooperating with a task" to "sincerely seeking advice and cooperation."
"Mr. Matsushita, you flatter me," Cheng Mo gently waved his hand. "So, about attending the symposium?"
"Leave it to me!"
Matsushita Eiichi immediately replied.
"In three days, there will be a small gathering of enlightened physicians within Tokyo Prefecture who possess true talent and are not confined by the distinctions between Chinese and Western medicine. At that time, I will introduce Mr. as an overseas expert returning to the country and the new special consultant of Jianji Hall!"
The matter was thus settled.
Cheng Mo, in his capacity as "Consultant Cheng Mo," successfully entered the medical exchange circle of Tokyo Prefecture.
With his medical concepts far ahead of his time and his precise diagnoses (often aided by the microscopic observations of the Eye of Truth), he astonished everyone in several small discussions, quickly accumulating a considerable reputation within this small circle.
"That young overseas expert from Jianji Hall" became a topic of interest for many renowned doctors.
Tanjirou, meanwhile, was settled in a side room in the back courtyard of Jianji Hall.
Cheng Mo's reason was compelling: "Your cultivation requires a quiet environment, and the upcoming occasions are not suitable for your attendance."
Tanjirou seemed to understand vaguely, but he trusted his teacher, merely nodding vigorously: "Yes! Teacher! I will cultivate diligently and never slack off!"
He also vaguely understood that his lack of medical knowledge, along with the scar on his forehead and his earrings, would indeed be out of place in such settings and might even cause trouble for his teacher.
Cheng Mo frequently attended various symposiums and tea parties, but his keen perception always paid attention to fragmented information in all exchanges.
Sure enough, after several such events, a name began to be mentioned by different people, in different settings, with similar tones.
"…When it comes to difficult and complicated diseases, especially those strange and ancient deficiency and blood stasis syndromes, perhaps only that lady from 'Wutong An' has some solutions."
"Shh… are you talking about Madam Ogata? She has a very peculiar temperament; ordinary people can't even meet her."
"That's right, her consultation fees are frighteningly high, and it also depends on her mood. However… I heard she genuinely has several cases that were deemed 'incurable' but were pulled back from the brink by her."
"But no one knows what specific medicines she uses; she's very mysterious. Her residence is also secluded, and she lives a reclusive life…"
"Madam Ogata"… "the lady from Wutong An"… divine medical skills yet an eccentric personality… specializing in "unusual" injuries and illnesses… all the fragments precisely pointed to one person.
Cheng Mo set down his teacup, the bottom of the cup gently clinking against the saucer, emitting a crisp, soft sound.
Found her.
He calmly gazed out the window, where the setting sun was gilding the rooftops of Asakusa.
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