Chapter 1208 - 381: Duke Wu’an, Brewing Wine_3
Mo Yan was seeing Duke Wu’an for the first time, and even though he was paralyzed in bed, one couldn’t ignore the imposing aura emanating from him. She respectfully greeted Duke Wu’an and exchanged pleasantries. Then, at Yan Junyu’s request, she took Duke Wu’an’s pulse.
Having seen Mo Yan’s appearance, Duke Wu’an didn’t find her particularly alluring to his grandson, but her temperament was as refreshing as a spring breeze, leaving even him, who had seen countless people, unable to find any fault. Her speech and behavior also had an indescribable charm, neither rigid nor excessively flattering, and just perfect in her restraint.
Duke Wu’an had a very good impression of Mo Yan and noticed his grandson’s gaze almost fixated on the girl in front of him, intensifying his feelings of regret and remorse.
Yan Junyu’s gaze was discreet, and Mo Yan didn’t notice it, but she clearly felt a change in Duke Wu’an’s emotions, not knowing it was due to her.
Seeing Duke Wu’an’s illness wasn’t as severe as she had imagined, Mo Yan felt more confident and tentatively asked, "Lord, this young lady is somewhat knowledgeable in the Qihuang Technique. May I take your pulse?"
Duke Wu’an came back to his senses and blinked at Mo Yan, and seeing her confusion, he slowly extended his right hand, the only one he could move, to the edge of the bed.
Upon seeing this, Mo Yan bowed slightly to Duke Wu’an and sat down on the chair beside the bed. She took out the pulse mat from her small medicine box and placed it under Duke Wu’an’s wrist.
Yan Junyu also came back to his senses, his eyes landing on his grandfather.
Looking at Mo Yan, who was closing her eyes to take the pulse, both grandfather and grandson didn’t hold much hope. After all, Mo Yan’s medical training had been short and, no matter how talented, she couldn’t possibly be better than the many Imperial Physicians of the Taiyi Hospital. If even the Imperial Physicians were at a loss, what could a young girl, with less than three years of medical study, do for this illness?
After a moment, Mo Yan opened her eyes and withdrew her hands, having a diagnosis in mind. She looked at Duke Wu’an and then at Yan Junyu and realized they didn’t have much hope for her, so she held her tongue and said nothing.