Feng Jun greatly appreciated Yang Yuxin's way of handling things, but at the same time, he faced a problem: Motor Neuron Disease... he really wasn't confident he could cure it.
Zhuang Zesheng, whom he had cured before, might not actually have had Motor Neuron Disease. His interpretation of the condition had been—Innate Realm Baleful Energy entering the body.
And that was how he had treated it. He had not considered Motor Neuron Disease at all.
Of course, this was often how Ancient Medicine treated illnesses. They believed symptoms were merely superficial manifestations. Ancient Medicine focused on regulation, meaning it placed greater emphasis on addressing the root cause, strengthening the foundation, nourishing vitality, and harmonizing yin and yang.
So his treatment plan could not exactly be called wrong.
But Feng Jun's problem now was that, first, he might not be able to cure it, and second, he had to see the patient in person.
He was not inclined toward one-on-one treatment. While it certainly commanded higher fees, it would severely affect his cultivation and place a heavy burden on his social dealings—if he treated everyone this way, what did he need agents for?
He wanted to develop a pill that could be promoted on a small scale. No matter how rich a single patient was, that was still an isolated case. The easiest money in the world had always come from mass-market goods, not niche high-end luxury products.
Moreover, Motor Neuron Disease was a universally recognized terminal illness. Even if Feng Jun cured one person, he could not publicize it everywhere.
But no matter what, if there was one patient... he would treat one first.
It was nearly midnight. Feng Jun put away the tea set, camp bed, and everything else, leaving only the parasol where it was.
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