Urban Super Medical Saint

After suffering a gunshot wound, Ouyang Murong had been in a coma, only briefly regaining consciousness once, so naturally, he did not recognize Joseph, and he did not understand English either. Seeing a foreign doctor rushing up to him, jabbering away energetically and looking eager to touch him as if he were some unparalleled beauty, Murong could not help but feel his skin crawl.

"What are you doing?" Ouyang Murong barked, a powerful aura emitting from him.

Ouyang Murong, now at the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, was considered a master in Qimen, except for some elderly predecessors who rarely showed themselves.

This aura, combined with his years of bloody battle in the jungles of Northern Myanmar, instantly scared Joseph, causing him to step back repeatedly while waving his hands, "Sir, you misunderstand, you misunderstand. I was your attending doctor before; I just wanted to check and feel the wounds on your body."

"Dad, this is Doctor Joseph, who performed your surgery when you were injured. He now says he wants to check and feel the wounds on your body." Seeing his father's frightening demeanor, Ouyang Zesheng was both delighted and alarmed, hurriedly stepping forward to help explain.

"So that's it." Ouyang Murong said, finally understanding; his imposing aura immediately dissipated.

With his fierce and steely aura withdrawn, everyone outside the intensive care room breathed a huge sigh of relief, including gang leaders like Song Wenhong.

After retracting his aura, Ouyang Murong did not immediately respond but turned to look at Ge Dongxu, who was stepping out of the intensive care room, his eyes seeking guidance.

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for Doctor Joseph's timely rescue, you might not have waited until I arrived. Although you paid him, and it was his duty to save you, he did help you. Just let him look." Ge Dongxu said indifferently.

Seeing Ge Dongxu's approval, Ouyang Murong then lifted the part of his body where the surgery had been performed to show Joseph.

"Oh! My God! How is this possible? How is this possible?" Seeing the once horrifying wounds now vanished, leaving behind only very faint scars that were almost invisible unless looked at closely, Joseph exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.

After all, those were incisions he had made himself! In such a short time, they had disappeared, which defied all the medical knowledge he had learned!

"Doctor Joseph, what is impossible for you, is possible for me. Now, you have seen what you needed to see; I think we can proceed with the discharge procedures," Ge Dongxu said indifferently.

At this statement, Joseph shuddered, then looked at Ge Dongxu with immense reverence and approached him, bowing deeply, "Honorable Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, I offer my sincere apologies for my previous reckless behavior and insulting words."

"If someone else had said this, I might have punished them, but you did help my friend after all, so let's leave it at that. Moreover, I am clear about debts of gratitude and grievances; I don't like owing favors to anyone. Although Ouyang Murong needed to pay a hefty surgery fee, I still acknowledge owing you this favor. Therefore, Mr. Joseph, I will cure your tinnitus," Ge Dongxu said.

"You, how do you know I have tinnitus?" Joseph exclaimed in surprise.

Tinnitus is a condition with complex causes and unclear mechanisms; even with the advancements in Western medicine today, it remains incurable.

Joseph had been suffering from tinnitus for twenty years, and over the years, it had worsened, causing him distress both day and night, and his mental health began to deteriorate.

"Doctor Joseph, is that so strange?" Ge Dongxu asked with a mild smile, stepping forward to rub the acupoints around his ear, the Tinggong, and Tinghui, then gently patted the area around his kidneys on his lower back.

The ear is dominated by the kidney and connected to other organs, thus imbalances in the Qi-Blood of the Five Viscera and the Twelve Meridians can lead to tinnitus.

However, Joseph's problem mainly lay in his kidneys.

"My ears have stopped ringing! My ears have stopped ringing! Thank you, thank you! You have no idea how this damn tinnitus has been tormenting me for twenty years, making it impossible for me to eat or sleep well! Sometimes, the noise was so bad I felt like cutting off my ears!" Joseph suddenly cried out in surprise when Ge Dongxu patted his waist twice and then withdrew his hand. Joseph then quickly bowed repeatedly to Ge Dongxu, even his eyes brimming with tears because of the excitement.

Those who have never experienced tinnitus cannot understand how painful it is!

"If you don't want to be troubled by tinnitus again, Joseph, you had better reduce your bedroom activities," Ge Dongxu said indifferently.

Joseph, not expecting Ge Dongxu to say this, was momentarily stunned and then, blushing, said, "Thank you for your advice, I will restrain myself."

"Alright, that's settled then. Zesheng, please proceed with your father's discharge procedures, as we should be going," Ge Dongxu said.

"Yes, Great-Uncle Master!" Ouyang Zesheng bowed slightly, very obediently and respectfully this time, not daring to underestimate his junior Great-Uncle Master any longer, nor daring to address him by name directly.

"Sir, this is my business card. If you need anything in Melbourne, I am more than happy to assist you," Joseph respectfully handed Ge Dongxu his business card.

"Thank you." Ge Dongxu took the business card Joseph handed over, thanked him, but made no further gesture.

Seeing this, Joseph felt secretly disappointed, but this was also expected.

Because Ge Dongxu had already made things clear when he was treating the tinnitus!

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Melbourne, Chinatown.

This is a street about nine hundred meters long and six meters wide, crossing five major streets perpendicular to it, not only Australia's earliest Chinatown but also one of the oldest in the world.

This is a bustling area full of Chinese restaurants and shops, with people coming and going daily, always lively.

Today was no exception.

However, today at a certain Chinese community hall, a line of cars was parked outside, and occasionally, people wearing sunglasses emerged from the cars and entered the hall.

These people were always accompanied by bodyguards.

Inside the hall, a young man sat at the head of a long table, with Ouyang Murong standing solemnly behind him, like the most loyal subordinate.

On both sides of the long table sat prominent Chinese figures in Melbourne.

There were wealthy businessmen as well as gang leaders. Among them were some Ge Dongxu had met in the hospital, such as Song Wenhong, chairman of Bowen Real Estate Company, Lin Tian, owner of the Mao Hotel, Wei Hao, boss of Jialiren Entertainment Company, and a few others Ge Dongxu did not recognize, as well as others who were still arriving.