Chapter 161 Xu Family Grandfather

When the performance ended, the famous performers on stage went offstage to rest.

Meng Zhelan was still immersed in the lively atmosphere of the theater when she suddenly heard a warm greeting: "Doctor Meng, it's an honor to meet you. I am Xu Zhiqing, the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion."

She turned her head and saw a handsome man walking towards her with a friendly smile.

He was dressed in fine clothes and looked to be about twenty years old.

They were clearly wealthy and influential, but their attitude was very friendly, making people feel right at home.

Meng Zhelan quickly stood up and respectfully replied, "Master, you flatter me. I was just doing my duty as a doctor."

The landlord waved his hand and said with a smile, "Dr. Meng is too modest. Everyone in the county knows you. You have miraculous healing skills and have saved countless lives. It is truly an honor to meet you today."

Meng Zhelan smiled slightly, but couldn't help being curious about the identity and purpose of her employer. She politely inquired, "May I ask what advice you have for me, sir?"

A hint of worry flashed in Xu Dongjia's eyes. He said softly, "To be honest, I have come here today hoping to see my grandfather."

My grandfather is quite old, and his health has been deteriorating in recent years, leaving ordinary doctors helpless. Having heard of Dr. Meng's exceptional medical skills, I came here specifically to seek a glimmer of hope for his life.”

Upon hearing this, Dr. Meng Zhelan's heart grew heavy.

She knew that a patient who was so valued and worried by this employer must be no ordinary person.

Not knowing how much longer they would have to stay here, and not wanting to offend anyone, besides, Prince An had sent several guards, so safety wasn't a concern. After a moment's thought, he said:

"Since Master Xu thinks so highly of me, then I'll go with you. I happen to have some time."

"Thank you for your trouble, Dr. Meng." Xu Dongjia's tone was tinged with gratitude.

"It's alright. How is the patient?" Dr. Meng Zhelan asked casually, after all, as a doctor, it's always inevitable to ask about the patient's condition.

"He's already unconscious." There was a hint of sorrow in Xu Dongjia's voice.

Oh? Could it be a poisoning attack? Or some other reason? Meng Ze's mind raced, but he didn't ask any further questions.

The group arrived at the Xu residence, walked through the corridor, and came to the patient's bedroom.

Dr. Meng Zhelan saw a person lying on the bed. His face was pale and his breathing was weak. He was obviously on the verge of death.

Xu Dongjia stepped forward, his steps heavy, as if each step carried a thousand pounds of weight.

He came to the bedside and gently held the patient's hand, which was as thin as a rake, as if only a thin layer of skin covered the bones.

He looked at the patient, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Grandfather, I've brought Doctor Meng over to examine you." His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat. It was clear that he was trying his best to control his emotions, but the fear and worry in his heart could not be concealed.

Meng Zhelan nodded, her eyes revealing a firmness and confidence.

She glanced at the patient, then began to take his pulse. Her fingers glided lightly across his wrist, as if searching for the pulse of life. Her fingers were light and nimble, as if playing a beautiful melody.

However, behind these gentle movements lies Meng Zhelan's profound medical knowledge and rich experience.

The dormitory fell silent, with only Dr. Meng's fingers gently pressing and the patient's faint breathing echoing in the air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's heart was in their throat. They held their breath, awaiting Meng Zhelan's diagnosis. All eyes were fixed on Meng Zhelan's face, hoping to glean some answers from her expression.

Meng Zhelan frowned slightly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She lowered the patient's wrist and sighed softly.

Xu Dongjia's heart sank, his face filled with despair and helplessness. He seemed to have a premonition of something bad happening.

Meng Zhelan turned around to face Xu Dongjia. Her voice was low and gentle as she said, "Xu Dongjia, your grandfather's condition is very serious, but I will do my best to treat him."

Her eyes were full of sincerity and concern.

Mr. Xu looked at Meng Zhelan with gratitude, tears welling in his eyes. He knew that Meng Zhelan was a highly skilled doctor, and she would do everything in her power to save his grandfather.

Meng Zhelan turned around again to face the patient. She took out a silver needle and gently inserted it into the patient's acupoint. As the needle was inserted, the patient's body trembled slightly.

Meng Zhelan's fingers gently twirled the silver needles, as if infusing the patient with life force. Her movements were skilled and graceful, as if showcasing her medical expertise in a dance.

Time passed second by second, and a fine layer of sweat gradually seeped from Meng Zhelan's forehead.

Her gaze remained resolute, as if she were racing against time to save this critically ill life. The atmosphere in the dormitory was extremely tense; everyone silently prayed for the patient, hoping he could pull through.

Finally, Meng Zhelan removed the silver needles, a weary smile appearing on her face. She turned to face Xu Dongjia.

Her voice held a glimmer of hope as she said, "Mr. Xu, your grandfather's condition has stabilized, but he still needs further treatment. I will prescribe some medicine; please get the medicine according to the prescription and give it to him on time every day."

Mr. Xu was deeply grateful and nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would do as Meng Zhelan instructed.

Meng Zhelan gave some more instructions, then picked up her medicine kit and prepared to leave.

Mr. Xu saw her to the door, his voice filled with gratitude and respect, saying, "Dr. Meng, thank you very much. Please wait a moment, I have some questions for you."

Meng Zhelan smiled and followed him into the reception room, saying, "Mr. Xu, there's no need to be so polite. This is my duty as a doctor. I'm just doing my job. Do you have any further questions?"

"I wonder how long Doctor Meng will stay in Mu City? My grandfather..." Xu Zhiqing said somewhat embarrassedly.

Meng Zhelan had also thought of this question, and after pondering for a moment, she replied:

"Master Xu, I came here with Prince An this time, and I'll be leaving tomorrow. But you don't need to worry, as long as your grandfather takes his medicine on time, his health will gradually improve. Then you can take him to the capital..."

She carefully explained the precautions to him and gave him further instructions, her voice gentle and patient, as if she were comforting a frightened child.

Xu Dongjia revealed a hint of reluctance, but he also understood that Meng Zhelan's special status made it impossible for her to stay here indefinitely.

He nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss Meng. I will do as you instruct."