Master-Level Skill

Listening

Hypnosis was legitimate science. That had long been beyond dispute.

Though it looked a bit like magic or immortal arts, it was science—legitimate, authentic science. Both Chinese and Western medicine recognized this.

Li Bai agreed wholeheartedly with Tang Hanyu's remark that those who understood the times were the true heroes. Under materialist dialectics, if something wasn't science, then it had to be made science.

After all, in the field of scientific research, the more you knew, the more you realized you didn't know.

Things that couldn't be explained now weren't necessarily unscientific.

In the eyes of people in ancient times, flying, exploring the depths of the sea, traveling a thousand miles in a day, and even destroying the heavens and earth were all feats of immortals. But now... what a load of crap!

"Doctor Li, my mom..."

Tang Hanyu turned his gaze toward his mother.

Zhang Xinjuan was still staring blankly at the ceiling of the treatment room, seemingly oblivious to her son's conversation with Li Bai.

"It's fine. She'll be all right in a little while."

Li Bai didn't snap his fingers to wake Zhang Xinjuan, who still looked dazed. It was good to let her sit quietly for a while—and it gave him a chance to see how well the treatment had worked.

About five or six minutes later, patient Zhang Xinjuan blinked. Her expression, which had been as rigid as stone, grew animated. She turned to look at Li Bai and her son, then opened her mouth as if to say something. Yet, for no apparent reason, she felt utterly calm and couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Normally, it would have been as if someone had opened the floodgates: she'd ask this and that without stopping, and might even say something unpleasant that