“I didn’t understand.”
“After the accident, Dr. Davy’s daughter suffered leg disabilities. A foreign hospital released the latest medical research suggesting a potential cure for this disability. That’s why Dr. Davy plans to sell his clinic and take his daughter abroad for treatment.”
Now Leo understood.
Renee continued, “If Azure Financial and you manage to acquire this clinic and you run it, I believe it won’t take long for the clinic without a name to become renowned both domestically and internationally.”
“You think that highly of me?” Leo smiled.
“Naturally. I can’t speak for other things, but your medical skills are the best in the entire country!”
“That’s flattering. So, how much would it take to secure this clinic?” Leo inquired.
Just as Renee was about to respond, a man’s voice cut in, uttering three words, “Ten million!”
Looking in the direction of the voice, Leo saw a disheveled man walking out from inside. He had messy hair and a scruffy beard, dressed in a grayish-blue ancient-style robe. His appearance could be summed up as: dejected and worn out.
Renee stood up from her chair and introduced Leo, “This is Dr. Davy, the owner of the clinic.”
Leo also rose to his feet, and Renee introduced him to Dr. Davy, “Dr. Davy, this is the person I mentioned to you before, Leo, the partner from Azure Financial.”
Dr. Davy seemed uninterested in giving Leo a single glance. He lazily uttered a sentence, “You want my clinic, ten million.”
Leo narrowed his eyes. It was quite the exorbitant demand; with that amount, one could likely open several clinics in the city center.
“Dr. Davy, didn’t we agree on five million yesterday? My company’s professionals have already conducted a comprehensive inspection of your clinic. According to the current valuation, it could be sold for a maximum of four million. We offered five million, which was already quite generous.”
Renee felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, the agreement had been established, and now it was being changed at the last minute.
Dr. Davy looked at Renee with his cloudy old eyes. “If it was yesterday, I could have given it to you for five million. But today, it has to be ten million. Otherwise, I won’t sell.”
“Dr. Davy, we can discuss the price further. After all, yesterday what we had was just a verbal agreement. We didn’t sign any contracts. I can’t force you to sell if you don’t want to,” Renee said. She couldn’t resort to coercion since the deal hadn’t been formally sealed.
Dr. Davy shook his head, “The price isn’t up for negotiation. Of course, if Ms. Browne can find a way to cure my daughter’s legs, I’ll give you the clinic for free.”
Hearing this, a displeased expression appeared on Renee’s face. Her daughter’s legs had been disabled for over a decade; if a cure were possible, it would have been found long ago. It seemed Dr. Davy was simply trying to extract more money by inflating the price.
“Ms. Browne, take your time to consider. I need to attend to the patients.” Dr. Davy said, then walked over to the old man he had been sitting next to, taking his pulse.
Having come here in high spirits and receiving such treatment, Renee was annoyed. She looked at Leo and said, “Let’s go. We can visit other clinics. If all else fails, we can establish our own clinic.”
However, Leo shook his head and whispered to Renee, “Wait a bit.”
“What are we waiting for?” Renee didn’t understand.
Leo didn’t explain, only waiting until Dr. Davy finished taking the old man’s pulse before approaching him.
“Sir, do you experience frequent dizziness and blurred vision recently? Do you also feel chest discomfort and cough at night, sometimes coughing up blood?”
The old man looked surprised. “Young man, how did you know?”
Dr. Davy was also taken aback. Leo hadn’t even taken the old man’s pulse, yet he accurately described the symptoms. If this was not a a prearranged show, it meant this young man had genuine skills.
“I diagnose your condition as pulmonary atrophy. For this ailment, the prescription is six grams of white quartz, nine grams of northern sand ginseng, twenty grams of fritillary bulb, thirty grams of tribulus terrestris, twenty-five grams of licorice root, and forty grams of dogwood fruit. Boil these ingredients in one liter of purified water for three hours to create a medicinal broth. Take it three times a day, continuously for a month, and it should cure your condition.”
After Leo spoke, Dr. Davy’s cloudy old eyes remained fixed on him. Leo’s description was incredibly accurate, matching the prescription he was about to suggest perfectly.
The old man and the other patients didn’t understand the specifics of the prescription, but their attention was on Dr. Davy’s reaction.
Upon seeing the expression on Dr. Davy’s face, they knew in their hearts that this young man must have been right. Curiosity about Leo welled up within them.
In their minds, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were supposed to be of Dr. Davy’s age; young people like Leo would at best be assisting Dr. Davy.
Dr. Davy nodded to Leo in acknowledgment, “So, you are also a Chinese traditional medicine practitioner. Nice to meet you.”
Having prepared the prescription, Dr. Davy handed it to the elderly gentleman, saying, “Come with me to the back hall later to collect your medication.”
The elderly man received the prescription with both hands, gratitude evident in his words, “Thank you, Dr. Davy.”
Subsequently, Dr. Davy moved over to sit beside an elderly lady and began to take her pulse.
The old lady had a slender figure, her skin was a pale yellow, and her grayish-white hair resembled withered hay. She occasionally placed her hand on her abdomen, a pained expression crossing her face.
After finishing the pulse reading, Dr. Davy stood up and then turned to Leo, “Young man, care to diagnose this lady?”
Renee, who was standing nearby, started to grasp the situation. Dr. Davy seemed to be intentionally testing Leo.
During their discussion with Dr. Davy the day before, Renee had informed Leo that the person taking over his traditional Chinese medicine clinic would be a young practitioner.
Now, following Dr. Davy’s lead, Leo took a seat beside the elderly lady, extending his hand to read her pulse.
Before long, Leo arrived at a diagnosis, “One type of stomach ailment, gastritis.”
With a glance at Dr. Davy, Leo continued, “If my guess is correct, Dr. Davy, you’ll likely prescribe her a stomach-nourishing decoction with 50 grams of hawthorn, 30 grams of dendrobium, 40 grams of ophiopogon, 25 grams of atractylodes, 20 grams of jujube, and 10 grams of bitter orange.”
Leo systematically listed the herbs and their quantities for the prescription, and Dr. Davy couldn’t help but nod in approval; it was indeed the same as the prescription he was about to write himself.
“Looks like this young man is also a practitioner of Chinese medicine. Even Dr. Davy approves of his prescription.”
“So young yet so skilled in Chinese medicine. The prospects for this young man’s career in the field are limitless.”
“He didn’t even take the patient’s pulse, yet he accurately diagnosed the symptoms. Remarkable.”
Listening to the patients’ discussions, Dr. Davy’s expression showed appreciation. “Young man, you’re certainly well-versed in the art of medicine. At your age, possessing such expertise is no small feat.”
Hearing Dr. Davy’s praise, a middle-aged man couldn’t help but approach, “Young doctor, after my arm healed from an injury, it hasn’t been as flexible. Can you take a look?”