CHAPTER 902: CHAPTER 878: MEDICINE GOD

A hand peeled off the ointment, "Look at this... look at this... what is this?"

Blackie was dumbfounded. The previously horrifyingly deformed knee looked much more pleasing, and the once black and blue skin had returned to a color similar to the surrounding skin.

Especially the swollen knee, which now looked very normal and had shrunk significantly.

"Is it really healed?"

The reporter with gold-rimmed glasses exclaimed.

"Is it really this miraculous?"

"Miraculous, you say? There’s even more miraculous stuff in West City!"

"My grandfather used to say that the medicine in West City was much better in the past. Back then, even the cough suppressant pills you casually picked up on the street worked instantly, unlike today where there’s no successors."

"I’ve also heard my grandmother say that medicines in West City were not expensive back in the day; everyone could afford them, and they were very effective. Super Grade elixirs were everywhere, and West City was famously known as the town of longevity.

Now! Alas! The legacy is lost, and each generation is worse than the last."

"Isn’t that true! The eight great families are still fine."

"Forget it, what does that even mean? How many from the eight great families can still refine Super Grade elixirs? Look at the top ten on the ranking list; how many are there from humble origins?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

Blackie, both embarrassed and angry, slammed the table against his conscience.

"What’s going on? My father’s leg was like this, and it’s still the same; you owe us money!"

This is against one’s conscience.

Onlookers pursed their lips, and reporters exchanged bewildered glances at Blackie.

Does your conscience not hurt?

They didn’t believe a word of these lies.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed at Blackie, and someone laughed out loud without politeness.

"Now I finally understand what it means to speak blatant lies."

Blackie frowned, "Who’s lying? Who’s lying? They said the medicine would work immediately, so it should include my father being able to stand up. My father has been in this wheelchair for decades; saying the medicine works doesn’t just mean reducing the swelling, does it?

Your view is too shallow."

This is sophistry.

Jiang Xiaoxiao pushed through the crowd, "Everyone, calm down, please make way."

Hao Zhigang hurriedly came to protect Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked to the elderly man’s side, and Blackie watched Jiang Xiaoxiao warily, afraid she might make a move.

"Whether it works or not, of course, is up to the elderly to say. Sir, let me help you stand up and take a couple of steps. You haven’t stood and walked for years, and your leg muscles have atrophied. Even if you start to recover now,

you may only be able to take one or two steps. But taking a step signifies success; with rehabilitation training, you’ll walk on your own in no time."

Hao Zhigang immediately reached out to support the old man, serving as a living testimony.

Blackie had long anticipated this move and directly shoved Hao Zhigang aside.

"What are you doing? How can you randomly move the old man? My father clearly can’t walk, yet you’re forcing him to stand and walk. If you two lift him and he takes one or two steps, does that prove he can walk?

That only proves you have malicious intentions. My father has suffered for so many years, unable to move an inch, yet you stubbornly want him to witness your so-called miraculous effect.

This is downright against one’s conscience."

Blackie pushed and shoved, wishing he could push Hao Zhigang completely backward.

Hao Zhigang responded, "Why are you all about roughness? Can’t we talk things through properly? We mean well; the old man’s leg is already completely deswelled and the deformed leg has returned to normal.

This is already effective enough; what more do you want? Letting the old man walk is being responsible for him. You’re not letting us assist him; now that’s truly speaking against your conscience.

Who’s a fool here, did they not see what the old man’s leg was like earlier? What it’s like now? One shouldn’t have a black heart."

"Get lost, my father’s leg was clearly in this state when he came here, and you blatantly lie saying you’ve treated it. Just to avoid paying tenfold compensation? If you don’t want to pay, then what right do you have to advertise?

Your family’s pharmacy is deceiving and hypocritical; with such medical ethics and skills, you dare sell medicine? Are you selling fake medicine? I think your pharmacy should close early to avoid harming others."

Blackie smugly appealed to everyone else, but noticed their strange looks at him.

"You all are wise enough not to be fooled by them, right? Doesn’t everyone agree that the Hao family is nothing but a scam? You shouldn’t be deceived by this; their pharmacy sells medicine at outrageous prices.

A Rheumatism Bone Pain Ointment slab costing max ten to eight bucks is sold for thousands at their place. Isn’t that cheating?

Failing to heal someone, yet here they are manipulating the words. Everyone judge for yourself, isn’t that true what I’m saying?"

"Big brother! Enough!"

His younger brother tugged at Blackie, whispering a persuasion.

"Why should I speak softly? They didn’t heal Father’s leg, yet they’re manipulating the words here. Why shouldn’t I speak up? Look at our dad, can he walk?"

He aggressively turned to point at the old man.

And Blackie was left speechless.

The old man, who was sitting steadily in the wheelchair, now stood tremblingly by himself with a cane.

And even took a steady step forward. Although his legs were trembling and unsteady and because he was not wearing pants but only a shirt, it looked a bit awkward under daylight.

However, the old man’s face bore a glow of happiness as he steadily raised one foot and took another step forward.

The cane advanced.

Step by step,

Step by step.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the old man tottered over to his son.

Although it looked like only a dozen steps, the old man took half an hour to walk.

But no one spoke, and no one interrupted the old man.

An old man who had been in a wheelchair for decades could now walk on his own with a cane.

Is there still any doubt about that?

The old man reached Blackie’s front, leaving him dumbfounded.

"Dad, how...?"

Blackie cursed internally, knowing his old man would do this, why hadn’t he guarded against this move?

"Smack!"

The old man slapped Blackie across the face, though frail,

standing there tremulously, yet this slap carried full force.

Everyone’s ears could hear the loud smack against the face.

Blackie held his face, glaring at the old man.

"This slap is for you, the unfilial son. After all these years I’ve raised you with hardship, and you’re something else. I’m chair-bound and immobile, and how have you treated me?

They say raising a son for old age care. I raised you to adulthood, and you take care of me in old age. But not in my case; I’m old, and none of my sons visit, nobody cares about my life. If it weren’t for the neighbors taking care of me for so many years, I might be dead by now.

Today you suddenly remembered your old man because you wanted to extort money from someone. So you aggressively took 100,000 bucks and pushed this old man over here to extort that young girl.

But that girl’s medical skill is good, her medicine is good. She’s a real living miracle, a true Medicine God, one drug and it works. Look at my legs, you all witnessed this.

Just with one application, in over half an hour, I can stand and walk myself. I cannot lie to you all, pretending my legs haven’t healed. Otherwise, I would be wronging the girl. Girl, you’re undoubtedly the Medicine God.

Thank you for saving this old man’s life."

The old man bowed a ninety-degree bow, stunning everyone.

But the scene froze at that moment.