Although Liu Yuying just ran an unassuming herbal medicine shop in the area, she would also treat illnesses when necessary. Even though she didn’t do so frequently, her medical skill quickly spread within the Huaxia People community, leaving many peers in awe.

This time, a Caucasian man was plagued by a mysterious illness that Western medicine couldn’t cure, leaving him no choice but to seek help from traditional Chinese medicine. However, the old doctors in Chinatown were also at a loss after seeing him. Ultimately, they all ended up at this unassuming herbal medicine shop.

The chubby man diagnosing the Caucasian was Liu Yuying’s son, though he used the pseudonym Ye and was called Master Xiao Ye. It was said that Master Xiao Ye had been learning medicine from his mother since childhood, truly inheriting her medical knowledge and taking over the herbal shop.

Living abroad was not easy for Huaxia People, and managing to run a shop was already a sign of success. Liu Yuying and her son were always very low-key, rarely treating patients but had established a good reputation within small circles, allowing them to live decently through the herbal medicine shop.

Now, Liu Yuying had mostly retired from handling affairs, and the herbal shop was managed by Master Xiao Ye, so it was he who received the Caucasian man seeking treatment this time.

"From the X-Ray, his intestine has already ulcerated, which is very serious. It’s clearly caused by a virus. I need to know what virus it is, and its severity, to prescribe the right remedy," said Master Xiao Ye.

As he spoke, Master Xiao Ye reached for a box beside him and pulled out a syringe, fitted with a long needle.

"This will be a bit uncomfortable, bear with it," Master Xiao Ye advised the patient.

The Caucasian man, nearly fainting at the sight of the massive syringe, was flanked by several other Caucasians who looked like his family, all showing worried expressions.

"What are you going to do?" a middle-aged Caucasian woman asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Master Xiao Ye responded in English: "I need to extract the virus from his body for some analysis."

The middle-aged Caucasian woman asked, "Is this thing safe? Is it sterilized? I have doubts about your hygiene."

This cramped old herbal shop was not very reassuring compared to the bright, sterile environment of a hospital’s operating room.

Master Xiao Ye replied, "Don’t worry, it’s safe, much safer than your Western medicine."

Although the middle-aged Caucasian woman remained doubtful, another younger Caucasian woman beside her persuaded her to trust Master Xiao Ye.

After all, they were at a loss for options, reaching the point of treating a dead horse as if it was still alive.

"You treat her well. If you can cure her, money is not an issue. I’m willing to pay any amount. I hope you traditional Chinese doctors won’t let me down. If Chinese medicine can’t help either, I can only try medicine from other countries, like Indian medicine," said the middle-aged Caucasian woman.

Master Xiao Ye nodded and ignored the middle-aged Caucasian woman, inserting the long needle into the Caucasian man’s abdomen.

"Ah!"

The Caucasian man let out a scream.

Master Xiao Ye moved deftly and quickly extracted some crimson liquid from the ulcerated intestine of the Caucasian man.

Master Xiao Ye brought the syringe close to a light bulb for observation.

"Truly unheard of, unseen," sighed Master Xiao Ye, pushing up his glasses, murmuring, "What on earth is this thing?"

This step had already been done by Western medicine, extracting the virus and observing it under a microscope, yet they couldn’t identify it, let alone conquer it.

It was important to understand that despite the rapid advancement of human medical skills over the past few hundred years, humanity was still ignorant, similar to an iceberg with only one corner understood.

The world harbors many unknown viruses, some that humans have never even seen. Upon first encounter, they are unidentifiable, let alone treatable. Some unfamiliar viruses are not fearsome; humans can easily conquer them with current medical levels. Others, however, leave us powerless.

Evidently, the virus infecting the Caucasian man was one of those difficult-to-conquer viruses, seemingly beyond current medical capabilities.

Modern medicine represented by Western medicine is the most advanced globally, and if Western medicine can’t cure it, it’s generally concluded to be incurable, a common belief, often disregarding traditional Chinese medicine.

Master Xiao Ye scrutinized for a moment, appearing somewhat nervous, unable to diagnose which virus afflicted the patient, making specific treatment challenging.

"Doctor, I’m in so much pain, I’m dying, please save me!" the Caucasian man begged in a tone filled with agony.

Seeing the Caucasian man’s pitiful state, his relatives wore expressions of heartache, while the middle-aged Caucasian woman began to sob.

"Doctor, please think of something, I beg you," pleaded the younger Caucasian woman.

Master Xiao Ye also felt the pressure, uncertain of the diagnosis and facing the patient’s suffering and the relatives’ urging, he gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll try something."

Then, Master Xiao Ye began preparing medicine.

He first took out a sheet of parchment paper, spread it on the table, then took out herbs from various boxes, grinding them into powder and placing them proportionately on the parchment.

Everyone watched his actions, especially the old doctors fixated on him, even memorizing the quantities, as Master Xiao Ye’s skills were fully displayed. If he could cure the Caucasian, he would certainly solidify his reputation, making this formula worth remembering, openly learning through observation.

Before long, Master Xiao Ye had selected over a dozen herbs, including codonopsis, cardamom, angelica, and siler, among others.

With the medicine prepared, Master Xiao Ye mixed the powders and prepared to administer it to the Caucasian man.

"The medicine is ready, let’s try administering it and see its effects," said Master Xiao Ye, about to hand it to the patient.

"Wait a moment."

At that moment, a voice rang out.

Everyone looked towards the source and saw a young man entering.

A young Huaxia man, a stranger.

Who was he?

The crowd looked at each other in surprise, evidently, no one recognized Lin Fan.

Master Xiao Ye looked at Lin Fan and asked, "Young man, can I help you?"

Lin Fan said, "Your formula is incorrect, it needs reduction in some areas, and increases in others, wrong proportions, needs recalibrating, no siler, increase angelica by three grams, add one gram of psoralea, one gram of corydalis, and one tablet of a Western anti-inflammatory."

Lin Fan spoke calmly, correcting Master Xiao Ye’s formula.

"This..." Master Xiao Ye hesitated, "Who might you be?"

The other old doctors eyed Lin Fan suspiciously, wondering how this young man, likely not yet graduated if a medical student, dared to advise Master Xiao Ye?

Where did he come from?