"Are you Doctor Mo?" A young worried man was holding an old man who was clearly sick. The man held a lot of influence, which one could see from his luxury clothes and all the suited bodyguards behind him.
But despite all this, he spoke humbly to the man in front of him. A man with a carefree attitude, who leaned against the wall like it would never break.
"Yes, who sent you here?" The doctor didn't even look at the man, sipping a bit from his wine gourd. He was surprisingly young, even for an ordinary doctor. But for someone of his status, he must be a protagonist to reach his status at his age.
"I-I a-am~~crough~~caghhku~~ a friend of Xiaohui. She told me you could help me." The old man spoke with difficulty and only stood straight because of his cane.
"So Xiaohui sent you here. Well, if it's her you must know my price."
"Of course. You don't accept money, only valuable herbs. Therefore we have prepared this 300-year-old Suoyang." The young man signaled towards a bodyguard who took out a suitcase and opened it, showing a strange brown root kind of plant.
"A 300-year-old Suoyang?" Doctor Mo turned his head, finally showing interest.
"Alright, I will help you old." Doctor Mo opened his door, letting only the old man and the youth inside. The room wasn't very large, every corner being taken in by something.
Doctor Mo started inspecting the old man, and soon he had already found a problem.
Due to age, the old man's body had become crooked, and it had caused an imbalance in his body. Making most blood go to his right side.
This in itself wasn't a big problem, but the man also had one other problem.
He had the buildup of plaque within arteries, also known as Atherosclerosis.
This together caused several side effects, and the one the old man was experiencing the worst was mobility challenges. It would be hard for the man to move, and he became like an old metal puppet that needed to be oiled to work again.
But a human wasn't a puppet, and oil wouldn't help here. But he wasn't called Doctor Mo for nothing, and he started with his work.
The first problem to deal with was his imbalanced body, and he would do this with acupuncture.
Doctor Mo disinfected his needles and then started poking the old man in the back.
It seemed like he just poked wherever, but his movements were graceful and he worked like a master. Every placement of a needle was perfect, reaching the place it needed while avoiding what it didn't.
Doctor Mo then laid the man's body in a position that was quite strange. But the old man didn't complain, putting his full trust in this man.
"Remain in this position for a while. I will soon return." Doctor Mo went to a different room, with a strong smell of herbs. The number of herbs in this room was countless, and their worth was immeasurable.
He carefully picked some herbs and then meshed them together to create a salve. It had a blue color that was quite strange, but Doctor Mo was confident in his medical skills and knew this was what he needed.
He returned to the other room, where the old man still lay in the same position as he had put him.
He removed his needles before putting the salve on the man's back.
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The salve's effect was to strengthen the muscles of someone, although it only held a small effect. It was perfectly what his client needed.
After all, he had just made his muscles soft with acupuncture so he could rebuild them again from scratch.
The salve took a while to fully merge with the old man. But when it was done, the old man felt like a youth once again. His body was full of vitality.
"Thank you Doctor Mo." The old man felt grateful beyond words, and thanked the doctor consistently, despite their large age difference.
"Don't thank me yet, I only dealt with the small problem, come again tomorrow and I will finish the treatment." Doctor Mo didn't care too much for small talk and only desired for the man to leave.
Once the man left, Doctor Mo was all alone again and returned to sipping from his wine gourd.
He had been a doctor for a long time, longer than he could remember. Through it, he had contact with some of the most powerful people in the country. His skills were desired everywhere, but he had only used them for himself.
Doctor Mo tried to sip more of his wine, but he realized it was fully empty and decided to leave his house to buy some more. But when he opened his door to the outside world and stepped on what should be solid ground, he realized what he found under his feet certainly was no solid ground.
Before he could react, he found himself falling in the sky.
Fortunately, he was only around 10 meters above the ground, and a lot of his speed was reduced by several tree branches.
And although they left a lot of scratches on him, it was much better than what would happen if they weren't there.
Although Doctor Mo couldn't understand what was happening, he knew adapting would be key.
Step 1 would be to understand his surroundings.
It was clear that he found himself in a forest. And from what he understood from the air, it wasn't a very large forest.
Secondly, the kinds of trees surrounding him were the kinds of trees found a lot in China, the country he grew up in and lived his life in.
But that didn't mean he was in China. The trees weren't exclusive to China. And secondly, he might as well be in a different world.
The very way he had arrived here was beyond his comprehension, so he couldn't base his decisions on what his comprehension allowed.
Next, Doctor Mo started tending to some of the scratches he had. They were quite deep and could potentially become a larger problem later on. Besides, letting blood just hang out there in the open was an invitation for predators.
Although preferably he would first wash his wound, he could hear no river nearby. So it might be a long time before he would find water, so he risked it and treated his wound first.
It was no complex treatment, and he just put some Yarrow leaves on his found. And then tied them together with the base of some longer flower.
He did this to every wound before exploring the forest he currently found himself inside.
Since he heard no water, his best chances were either finding the end of the forest or getting found by humans. If they even existed in this world.
Fortunately for Doctor Mo, it seemed that the latter option came true.
"Brother Wang, there is a human here."
"What do you mean, how could someone else be here?"
"Well look there, he is even wearing some strange clothes."
A group of 3 approached Doctor Mo, who only realized their presence a bit late.
The group of 3 all wore clothes that seemed straight out of an Ancient Drama. They were simple robes you certainly could not find in modern times.
"Who are you?" The leader of the group asked. And although Doctor Mo realized they spoke the same language as him, he also realized it was with a strange language and small differences.
"I am a doctor, you can call me Doctor Mo." Doctors were something everyone liked, and even if this was a different world, the same would surely apply.
"Brother Wang, what strange word is he saying. Doctor? I have never even heard of it."
"Are you trying to fool us? What is a doctor?"
Realizing they didn't know the word doctor, he quickly tried to defuse the situation. "I use herbs to heal people, like a physician."
"Ow dear sir, we didn't know you were a physician. Sorry for the disrespect." All 3 of them quickly started flattering Doctor Mo, hoping he wasn't angry anymore for what they first said. A physician could only be someone from a noble family or a smart commoner. No matter who it was, they couldn't offend them.
"If Sir Physician wants, we can guide you to our village. Although it is small, the people there are kind." The 3 people who had introduced themselves as hunters brought Doctor Mo to their village, which just as they had said was small and had only a few hundred inhabitants.
Through it, Doctor Mo also realized that the current technology here was very backward, comparable to Ancient China.
Which made him pretty sure he was no longer on Earth. Or at least on his modern Earth. the 2 options were either a different world or the past version of his world.
Doctor Mo gave the incline to the second option because people here spoke Chinese. Or at least a very similar language to the Chinese he speaks.
Who knows. Maybe Chinese was a multiversal language. But the chance of that seemed to be quite low.
He settled into the village quite well, and soon, several days had passed.