Chapter 135: Brother, Were You Cheated On Yesterday?

The next day, Mo Wugui arrived with a few people.

In the shaded area of Chaoyang Square, they set up a medical consultation booth with tables and chairs.

Finally, they hung up a couplet:

"Guigu Medical Sect – Free Consultations!"

Below it, a refined inscription read:

"No minor ailments, no checkups!"

"No chronic conditions, no need to come!"

It exuded an air of prestige.

Mo Wugui himself was dressed impeccably in a traditional robe, holding a fan in his hand. His hair was neatly combed, his face radiant with a slight mustache, giving him the demeanor of a celestial being.

Seated beneath the canopy, he leisurely fanned himself.

This striking scene naturally attracted a group of elderly folks who had just finished their morning square dance.

"Free consultations? You're offering free medical checkups?" an old lady asked, reading the couplet.

"Indeed!" Mo Wugui replied with a warm smile.

"Really? No fees at all?"

Mo Wugui shook his head. "Not a single coin!"

A doctor who doesn't charge? The elderly woman's interest was piqued. "Doctor, can you take a look at me?"

"No need," Mo Wugui said, shaking his head.

"Why not?" she asked, puzzled.

Mo Wugui gestured toward the couplet and said with a smile, "I only treat severe and complicated conditions. You are quite healthy—just some minor chronic issues. There's no need for a consultation."

"Wow! You figured that out just by looking at me?" she exclaimed in astonishment.

Another elderly woman quickly stepped forward. "What about me, then?"

Mo Wugui examined her briefly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you have kidney issues—poor appetite, insomnia, frequent dreams, and frequent urination. You've also undergone surgery before, haven't you?"

"Wow! You got all of that right! You're truly a miracle doctor!" the woman gasped in amazement.

Mo Wugui extended his hand from within his sleeve and beckoned. "Come, let me take a closer look."

"Thank you, Doctor!" She immediately sat down.

Then, with a few acupuncture treatments, Mo Wugui demonstrated his extraordinary medical skills. The woman's appetite improved significantly on the spot.

"Amazing! A true miracle doctor!" She gave him a big thumbs-up.

"You cannot be cured completely, but your condition can be managed. Here's your prescription. Follow it, take your medicine on time, and your body will recover steadily," Mo Wugui advised.

"Thank you, Doctor!" She clutched the prescription like a treasure.

"Is this real?"

"Could it be staged?"

"Maybe they're just putting on a show?"

The surrounding onlookers were skeptical at first.

But as more and more patients received treatment and confirmed the effectiveness, doubts faded.

"This doctor is the real deal!"

A free consultation from a renowned physician—what an opportunity!

Word spread quickly, and soon, relatives and friends of the patients arrived, forming a long queue.

Some younger onlookers even started livestreaming the event.

"Guys, you won't believe this! I stumbled upon a miracle doctor offering free consultations today! He's incredible—he can diagnose illnesses just by looking at a person!"

"No way! Is he really that good?"

"Look at the growing crowd—clearly, he's legit!"

"If you think this is amazing, send a '666' in the chat!"

Mo Wugui merely glanced at the livestreamers and ignored them.

He understood the power of social media. The more people watched, the faster his sect's lost reputation would be restored.

At that moment, two men, one fat and one thin, arrived stealthily.

It was Angkor and Fatty Wang, the tomb-raiding duo.

"Angkor, is that the guy?"

"Yes, that's him!"

"Alright, leave it to me. Just wait for my good news!"

"Wait a moment!"

"Hmm? What is it?"

Angkor took out a small bottle, from which a tiny insect crawled out. "Let this little guy bite you first!"

Fatty Wang's eyes widened. "What?! Are you serious?"

"Of course. That guy is an expert doctor. If we don't make this convincing, he'll see through us immediately. We have to do this properly!"

Patting Fatty Wang on the shoulder, Angkor reassured him, "Don't worry. Once we're done, I'll give you the antidote. You'll just have to endure a bit of discomfort."

"...Fine! You better not mess this up!"

Fatty Wang reluctantly stretched out his hand, and the insect bit him.

Within moments, his face turned an eerie shade of green, as if he had been poisoned.

He swayed dizzily. "Whoa... This little thing packs a punch!"

"Alright, let's go!"

Fatty Wang staggered into the queue.

Seeing his sickly green complexion, people immediately took notice.

"Brother, are you okay? Did someone cheat on you?" a bystander asked.

"Cheat on me?! Your whole family got cheated on!" Fatty Wang snapped.

"I woke up this morning and looked like this. I feel terrible, like I'm about to die. Can you let me go first?"

"Of course! Go ahead!"

"Thanks!"

"Do you need help walking?"

"No need!"

Just like that, Fatty Wang was fast-tracked to the front of the line.

"Next!"

Mo Wugui lifted his head and was met with a ghastly green face staring at him pitifully. He nearly jumped in shock.

"What in the world are you?! A ghost?!"

"Doctor, I'm not a ghost! I'm a patient!"

Mo Wugui composed himself. "A patient? You scared me for a second! What happened to your face?"

"I have no idea! I woke up like this!" Fatty Wang feigned distress. "Doctor, tell me the truth—can I be saved?"

"Hmm..." Mo Wugui frowned. "I've never seen a case like yours before. I suspect poisoning. Let me examine you more closely!"

"Please, Doctor! I'm counting on you!" Fatty Wang pleaded dramatically.