Long Kai, on the other hand, merely smiled softly.
He naturally understood Mo Yu's meaning; in fact, this was something many doctors couldn't help but do. Many things, doctors could only suggest or hint at indirectly.
This was based on experience. Of course, the words Mo Yu and Long Kai exchanged weren't so dire. Firstly, Long Kai wasn't a student's parent, but a teacher. Secondly, Mo Yu's treatment had indeed alleviated the student's condition.
This meant that, at the very least, both the clinic and the school could account for the situation.
As for other matters, it depended on Long Kai's sense of responsibility as a teacher. But to be honest, based on Mo Yu's judgment, it would most likely be a wasted effort. Yet, despite that, one always had to try and do something.
What if?
Of course, the appearance of this teacher and student was just a small interlude for Mo Yu. In fact, on normal workdays, the Chinese Medicine Clinic usually had very few customers.
Due to the unique nature of Chinese medicine, most people harbored a natural fear of it, especially of some Old Chinese Medicine Doctors. And as luck would have it, Old Master Mo was just such a highly skilled Old Chinese Medicine Doctor.
Of course, some uninformed passersby would still come to buy medicine, but… before experiencing it firsthand, Mo Yu truly thought some situations were just jokes.
"Sir, what medicine do you need?"
Mo Yu calmly asked the man, who had been scratching his head and wandering around the clinic for several minutes. He didn't mind him just wandering around the clinic.
Anyway, no one could directly see through his gender, and besides… being able to wander around places like hospitals and clinics was, in a sense, a talent.
But the most talented thing about this guy was yet to come.
"I… I'm here to buy medicine."
Hearing Mo Yu's voice, the head-scratching middle-aged man turned around, a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face.
"But… I don't remember what medicine I need to buy."
The middle-aged man said this, his gaze lingering on Mo Yu for a moment longer. He secretly marveled at how pretty the girl was, then said no more. He was middle-aged, had a lovely wife and a seven-year-old son, and was busy all day, with no time for other interests.
"No problem, you just need to tell me the name of the medicine you remember, and I can help you find it."
"Ah, okay… uh…"
The man responded, then scratched the back of his head. After a long pause, he finally blurted out two words—"Cap… capsule?!"
…
Feeling the other party's uncertain yet hopeful gaze, Mo Yu only felt his fists clenching.
"Don't get angry… don't get angry…"
Mo Yu muttered to himself, suppressing his inner rage.
No! Buddy! How the hell do you only remember 'capsule'?! How am I supposed to find that?! And with that hopeful look! Why don't you just say you're here to buy medicine and have me guess?! Huh?!
Answer me! Look in my eyes! Tell me why!
"This… this is too broad, sir. If possible, could you describe your symptoms? Perhaps I can prescribe a suitable remedy?"
"Ah, oh oh oh, sorry, sorry."
Upon hearing this, the man was first stunned, but quickly realized how ridiculous what he had just said was.
Of course, while it was indeed ridiculous, it was possible for someone in a very anxious state to experience such a situation. At least… this was much better than being incoherent and inarticulate.
And after listening to the other party's description, Mo Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit helpless.
"Understood. Huoxiang Zhengqi Soft Capsules. If you can tolerate not vomiting, you can also try Huoxiang Zhengqi Water; the effect might be better. However, it's best not to drink it before driving, as it contains a certain amount of alcohol."
"Ah, okay, thank you. Then I'll have one of each."
"Alright."
The man paid, said "excuse me for the trouble," and hurried away. From the casual chat during checkout, it was learned that his son was sick, and he himself had rushed back from work. In his haste, he had forgotten the name of the medicine.
It wasn't so much forgotten as… it was stuck in his throat, on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't recall it. However, if someone just hinted at it, he would immediately remember.
Mo Yu could only shake his head at this.
All he could do was control the smoke to drift a bit more as the man left, helping him calm down.
But… this incense… ultimately, it could only be considered an auxiliary effect. Of course, there were actually some incenses with actual medical effects, but they were useless if they didn't match the ailment.
After all, in the end, if there was truly some difficult illness, one wouldn't come to this small clinic.
However, it was a bit of a pity that Mo Yu's clinic hours were almost over, because—a familiar electric scooter alert sound came from the backyard, followed by footsteps, and then Old Master Mo strode in, familiarly putting away his medicine box.
After doing all this, Old Master Mo sat down, picked up his pipe, took a deep puff, and then let out a long sigh.
Seeing this, Mo Yu didn't ask further. In fact, from his grandfather's reaction and the scent he carried, Mo Yu had already gotten the answer he wanted.
"You boy… don't always stay in the clinic. Looking at you, I bet you spend all your time cooped up in the Laboratory at university too."
After smoking for a while, Old Master Mo suddenly looked up, a slight smile on his face.
"How could that be, Grandpa? I'm not a workaholic."
Mo Yu smiled, but he also understood in his heart that his grandfather's intention was actually to find an excuse to send him away, wanting to be alone, or… "Hmph, young people should have some vigor! Go out and have some fun! Go out and walk around! What kind of talk is it, always guarding my little clinic!"
Saying this, his grandfather suddenly put on a stern face and spoke seriously.
"Alright, alright, whatever you say. Then I'll go out and wander around in a couple of days, okay!"
"Heh, now that's more like it!"
Hearing Mo Yu's reply, Old Master Mo's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. Mo Yu could only sigh in his heart. Alas… given this situation, perhaps his grandfather had talked about something with his old friend, or simply thought of something. However, it shouldn't be a problem… surely his grandfather didn't think he was always staying in the clinic and had no friends, right?
…But then again, he really didn't have any friends here in his hometown… In that case, where should he go to have fun? If he used the excuse of not knowing anyone, Old Master Mo would most likely get angry. This was tricky…