Conceited Battle King

The operation went on for about an hour. Then, the door of Mocas's operation room opened. When it was shocking, the old man walked out shakily with the support of Mocas.    

    

Seeing everyone's shocked expression, Mocas said proudly, "The dead nerves in my legs are still not used to it yet. I'll be fine in a few days. Let's go and kidnap them in the next few days!"    

    

Di Tianjun nodded. It was great enough that he could stand up. It was a heavenly blessing.    

    

Di Tianjun thanked Mocas sincerely. This was a thanks from a Saint Ruler, and only Mocas knew the weight of it.    

    

If Mother Di's leg couldn't be cured, Di Tianjun would feel guilty for the rest of his life.    

    

Mocas shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Just remember to owe me one."    

    

"I'm going to wash my hands. This damned operation room doesn't even have a wash basin." Mocas grumbled helplessly.    

    

At this moment, in the ward on the third floor of South City Hospital, there were many people gathered. There were many famous people and nobles among them.    

    

Amongst them, although the most shocking thing was that there was actually the secretary of the South City city committee, Chen Wanjiang.    

    

He had heard that the experts of the South City First Hospital were rather famous, so he came to take a look. Chen Wanjiang's arrival naturally caused a sensation in the South City, and many famous people came to pay their respects, making an impression in front of the Feng Jiang Grand History.    

    

A group of experts was set up at the first moment in the hospital of South City. After some research, the leading expert said, "Secretary Chen, your father's brain has become so weak that his brain is unable to function properly, causing him to be unable to function properly. As a result, he has been unconscious for a long time.    

    

Chen Wanjiang frowned and said with a deep voice, "Are you sure?"    

    

"Absolutely."    

    

Hearing the expert's words, Chen Wanjiang nodded, "Then please take action. If you can cure my father, I will not be stingy!"    

    

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, Secretary Chen. We will prepare the equipment right now!"    

    

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, judging from the old tutor's current state, he dares to use lightning? I dare say that the old tutor will die without a doubt after three thunderclaps! "    

    

This sudden voice stunned everyone present.    

    

At this moment, the person leaning on the door with a playful expression and the water in his hands still wet, was the medical god, Mocas.    

    

He just happened to pass by …    

    

Mocas was not someone who liked to meddle in other people's business. After washing his hands, he happened to pass by and saw a bunch of people gathered here. He wanted to join in on the fun, but after listening for a long time, Mocas didn't want to listen.    

    

How could these people be so arrogant?    

    

Seeing a western face appear in front of the ward door, the President of the South City Hospital scolded: "Who are you? This is none of your business, please get out! "    

    

"Geezer, I didn't say it was my business. I just can't bear to see you bragging."    

    

Mocas's expression was somewhat playful, but with Mocas's medical skills, it was indeed enough to look down on everyone present.    

    

Mocas's cynicism made everyone a bit angry. As this concerned his father's life, Chen Wanjiang did not dare to hesitate and walked forward with a serious expression.    

    

Chen Wanjiang and Mocas, who had been in power for a long time, both exuded a strong aura. Chen Wanjiang asked, "Are you a doctor?"    

    

Mocas thought for a second and nodded seriously. "I guess so."    

    

"Then do you have a permit to practice medicine?"    

    

"Nope." Mocas shook his head and answered frankly.    

    

He indeed didn't have a permit to practice medicine. The medical god Mocas didn't care about this. Countless people begged him to see a doctor every day, but not everyone could see Mocas. How could he need a permit to practice medicine?    

    

"Since you don't have the permission to practice medicine, why are you spouting nonsense?"    

    

Chen Wanjiang seemed to be a little angry. His body exuded an imposing aura that made everyone present shudder. They all knew that this Great Master of Pine Mountain City's border feudal lord was angry.    

    

In the west, no one would dare to talk to Mocas in this manner.    

    

Mocas did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Then why don't you carry on with your original plan. I have nothing else to ask for but a spot to watch."    

    

"Hmph, putting on a show. I think it's because I want to peek and secretly learn Chinese medicine!"    

    

"There's no need for Secretary Chen to care about that. We need to treat the old man as soon as possible!"    

    

"If he likes to peek then so be it. The essence of Chinese medicine, how could it be easy for him to understand!"    

    

Chen Wanjiang nodded and signaled the experts to act as soon as possible, so they didn't pay any more attention to Mocas.    

    

Clicking on the apparatus was ready, the expert put on his stethoscope, set the click rate to thirty, and then placed it on Old Man Chen's chest.    

    

"Bang!" With a sound, the old man's closed eyes seemed to move a few times, and his face turned rosy.    

    

Seeing this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Even Chen Wanjiang showed a smile on his tense face.    

    

Many people cast their gaze towards Mocas. As for him, he still wore a smile on his face.    

    

"Shift it to fifty and begin the second round!"    

    

"Bang!"    

    

With the second tap, the old man's face grew even redder. On the third tap, the old man's face grew redder and redder to the point that it was purple!    

    

"Pfft!"    

    

Suddenly, the old tutor spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and sprayed it onto the expert's face. The old tutor's heart detector began to ring, indicating that he was on the brink of death.    

    

Chen Wanjiang suddenly became anxious. He opened his eyes wide and shouted, "What the f * ck is going on?"    

    

With a face covered in blood, the expert panicked. His hands were trembling as he stood on the spot, "H-how could he have spat out blood? That's impossible!"    

    

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you don't listen to the words of the old man, you will suffer a loss in front of you!"    

    

Seeing that, Mocas had no interest in watching anymore. He turned around and put his hands in his pockets, preparing to leave.    

    

However, Chen Wanjiang did not dare to let Mocas go. He quickly went up to Mocas and blocked him, saying sincerely: "Godly Doctor, save my father."    

    

Mocas spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't have a permit to practice medicine."    

    

This expression was as innocent as it could possibly be.