I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 980 - 979

In about a week, Luo Yirui’s face had already changed: his cheekbones were a bit higher, his forehead a bit fuller. The changes were all in the details, and anyway those adults hadn’t noticed a thing—maybe they’d never paid attention to what Luo Yirui looked like in the first place.Jing Changle had definitely noticed. He kept quiet and secretly observed for a few days, and realized Luo Yirui’s face really had changed; it wasn’t his imagination. Sometimes Hao Rong would also look at him and space out a little.

"How come I feel like you got uglier?" Hao Rong scratched his head and said.

But he couldn’t say exactly what had changed; he just felt it wasn’t the same as before. Maybe before the kid’s face was dirty so you couldn’t tell?

Luo Yirui wasn’t angry at all at his words; instead he felt secretly pleased. If it’s made by Dad, it’s bound to be top quality!

Since even the people who spent every day with him hadn’t really figured it out, then those who had only seen his photos would be even less likely to recognize him. That way, his safety would be somewhat guaranteed.

After a week, Hao Rong finally couldn’t hold it in and ran out to play. He had already instructed the servants at home to treat Luo Yirui and Jing Changle the same way they treated him. These buddies had taken him a lot of effort to win over; he couldn’t let some snobbish servant offend them.

With Hao Rong out enjoying his freedom, Jing Changle stayed in the room studying his little black bead, while Luo Yirui stood at the second-floor window looking down, leaning on the sill. Today those Mystic Doctors hadn’t gone to the patient’s room, and they weren’t in the living room either. Where had they all gone?

Oh right, he’d heard they were going to some kind of exchange meeting tonight, planning to present this case as a difficult illness to share experience, and maybe find a breakthrough.

Would Mom come back for this exchange meeting? I miss Mom so much...

Luo Yirui sighed. Sometimes when he was being clingy, he’d shove Dad aside and sleep with Mom instead...

Every time he thought of Mom’s warm embrace and that reassuring smile, his heart felt like it was overgrowing with grass—he wanted nothing more than to see her right away. With a sigh, he got ready to go back to the room to chat about life with Jing Changle, but then he saw Chu Fenglei coming up the road from behind the villa.

A servant opened the door for him, and he went straight to the patient’s little house.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Yirui went downstairs and headed for the patient’s little house as well.

The adults weren’t around, and if he went over, no one would pay much attention either.

Standing at the door of the little house, Luo Yirui hesitated a bit. He knew Chu Fenglei was inside—what was he supposed to say when they met?

Before he’d figured out what to say, the door opened. Chu Fenglei’s tall body stood there like a wall.

"Come in," Chu Fenglei said.

Luo Yirui had originally planned to say something like he’d come to visit Auntie, but the other party didn’t even ask for a reason.

After opening the door, Chu Fenglei went right back to what he’d been doing. He drew some of the patient’s blood and merged it into a cup of talismanic water. Luo Yirui had seen this process since he was little.

Chu Fenglei didn’t speak, and neither did Luo Yirui; he just watched as Chu Fenglei drew the blood.

After the blood merged into the talismanic water in the cup, it paused for a moment, then dispersed like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, and seemed to show the slightest of tremors.

Luo Yirui tilted his head in doubt. How could there be a tremor—had he seen wrong?

Then he remembered what Grandpa Qi had told him: if the blood contained a high concentration of active bacteria, after merging with a special talismanic water, there would be a trembling reaction. There were many kinds of tremors; if the blood dispersed, then most of the time those active bacteria were harmless to the body, and even beneficial—though there were exceptions, so you couldn’t sum it up in one sentence.

If the blood clotted and trembled, then the active bacteria were enormously damaging to the body.

So what Chu Fenglei said was true—those active bacteria in Hao Rong’s little aunt’s body really were weapons resisting the illness!

"Have you stu—" Luo Yirui opened his mouth, about to ask "Have you studied active bacteria," but stopped the words dead on his tongue and broke out in a cold sweat. He had almost blurted it out...

Chu Fenglei turned his head to look at him.

"You’ve got eye gunk in the corner of your eye..." Luo Yirui said calmly.

Chu Fenglei: "..."

People always say that behind every little terror of a kid stands a pair of equally terrible parents—is that really how it is...

First time they really spoke, and it felt like something had just shattered.

"Ahem, how is Auntie doing?" Luo Yirui asked.

Chu Fenglei glanced at the state of the blood in the cup and said, "Not very good. She can’t hold on much longer."

"So you have to find a way to treat her as soon as possible?" Luo Yirui frowned slightly.

Chu Fenglei nodded.

Luo Yirui tilted his head up and said, "Why not send her to the hospital? Don’t hospitals have all sorts of machines?"

His mom liked using machines. Mom said the data from medical equipment was very intuitive. But Mom didn’t rely on machines; she said that auxiliary tools were always auxiliary, and you couldn’t become dependent on them and let them take the lead.

Chu Fenglei turned and examined Luo Yirui carefully. Seeing that he wasn’t joking or pretending, he frowned and said, "Our foundation is in Chinese medicine, so why would we borrow the power of Western medicine?"

Luo Yirui fell silent. This was a conservative. When dealing with conservatives, you must never argue with them about Chinese vs. Western medicine.

Still, wasn’t this guy a bit lacking in basic manners? He was still just a kid—did he really need to be that serious?

He pouted.

Seeing that Luo Yirui had fallen silent, Chu Fenglei didn’t dwell on the question either. Arguing with a five-year-old kid—he’d have to be crazy.

"Uncle, where are those grandpas?"

Uncle... Chu Fenglei couldn’t help touching his face. Was he really that old already?

But then he thought about it: even this kid’s mom was younger than him. Seems he really was getting old—and he still didn’t even have a wife... He was thinking too far ahead.

"They went to an exchange meeting. Do you know what an exchange meeting is?" Chu Fenglei looked at Luo Yirui with interest.

Luo Yirui nodded. "Sure I do. My grandpa on Mom’s side goes to exchange meetings all the time."

Chu Fenglei froze. Could this kid really be so guileless, and he’d misjudged him?

"Your grandpa is...?"

When it came to his grandpa, Luo Yirui’s face lit up. "My grandpa is a really amazing calligrapher, super super amazing. Every time he goes to an exchange meeting, he gains loads of new fans!"

Chu Fenglei couldn’t help laughing inwardly. So that was the kind of exchange meeting.

"You don’t believe me?"

"I believe you."

Then his body suddenly stiffened a little. His grandpa was a calligrapher too... Could it be that big shot from the Military Department?

After chatting with Chu Fenglei for a bit, Luo Yirui hurriedly ran off. This guy always felt a bit weird—he was so solemn even when talking to a little kid.

Luo Yirui and Jing Changle shared a room. Hao Rong had specially had two single beds set up for them. The room was on the second floor, with great natural light.

When he went in, he found the room very dark. Turned out Jing Changle had drawn the curtains—he had to be studying his little black bead again.

"This time is it still..." Will it still glow—before he could finish the sentence, Luo Yirui felt something was wrong.

Right now, Jing Changle was holding that little black bead in his hand, his eyes dull, like his soul had left his body.