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"Who are you?" Chen Mo took the initiative to step forward and talk.

"My name is Wang Zhenhua." The old man nodded. "I've heard of Doctor Chen's name a long time ago."

Wang Zhenhua? Chen Mo remembered. He was an old Chinese medicine doctor in the capital. The Wang family's medical skills had been passed down for hundreds of years and they held a high status in the Chinese medicine community.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think of this exchange?"

Wang Zhenhua lowered his voice. "To be honest, I always feel something is amiss. When did foreigners become so interested in our traditional Chinese medicine? And even on a private island?"

Chen Mo nodded; his thoughts coincided with Wang Zhenhua's.

The plane landed on a small island. The island had beautiful buildings and looked like a resort. They were greeted by several foreigners who spoke fluent Chinese.

"Welcome, all the masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine," said the leader, a middle-aged white man who introduced himself as Johnson. "I'm the organizer of this exchange meeting."

Everyone was arranged to rest in their respective rooms. During dinner, Johnson formally introduced the content of this exchange meeting.

"Masters, we invite you here this time because we hope you can witness the magic of Traditional Chinese Medicine. We have prepared some difficult cases and hope you can demonstrate the therapeutic effects of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"What about the Hua Tuo Sutra?" someone asked impatiently.

Johnson smiled and said, "Of course we will show it to everyone. But we hope to have a small competition to see who has the best medical skills. The winner will not only receive a complete copy of the Hua Tuo Classic, but we have also prepared a generous prize."

When everyone heard this, their eyes sparkled with excitement. Only Chen Mo and Wang Zhenhua looked at each other, each seeing the worry in the other's eyes.

The next morning, Johnson brought everyone to a building on the island.

"Everyone, the patient is inside. However, to protect the patient's privacy, we need everyone to enter in batches, and only three people can enter at a time."

Chen Mo was assigned to the first group. When he walked into the room, the scene before him made him gasp.

There were three patients lying in the room, but their symptoms were extremely strange. The first patient's skin was a strange blue-purple color, the second patient's pupils were completely white, and the third patient was twitching constantly, but his consciousness was unusually clear.

These don’t seem like natural diseases at all!

Chen Mo observed carefully and found that the symptoms of these patients were more likely caused by some kind of drug or toxin. Alarm bells rang in his heart. This was definitely a trap!

Chen Mo walked out of the ward quickly, his face gloomy. Wang Zhenhua just came out of another room, and their eyes met in the corridor.

"Mr. Wang, what did you see?"

Wang Zhenhua shook his head. "I've never seen these patients' symptoms in my forty-plus years of medical practice. The one with bluish skin had an extremely weak pulse, but his temperature was abnormally high. And the one with completely white pupils clearly had no organic lesions in his eyes, yet he couldn't see."

"I suspect these symptoms were artificially created for these people." Chen Mo said in a low voice.

Wang Zhenhua nodded. "I had the same idea. But no one else seemed to notice. They were still arguing about which recipe to use."

Sure enough, a heated discussion could be heard from another room. Several young Chinese medicine practitioners were arguing fiercely over a treatment plan.

"This is clearly a cold poison entering the body. A strong heat-inducing medicine should be used!"

"Nonsense! This is blood stasis. We must promote blood circulation and remove the stasis!"

"You're all wrong. This is internal liver wind. You need to calm the liver and stop the wind!"

Johnson smiled and took notes, occasionally asking questions. Chen Mo noticed that there were several assistants around him filming and recording.

At this time, a middle-aged doctor with a goatee came over and said, "Doctor Chen, why don't you join the discussion? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Hua Tuo Sutra is right before our eyes."

"Doctor Zhang, don't you think these cases are a little strange?"

Doctor Zhang disagreed. "Traditional Chinese Medicine is so extensive and profound, isn't it normal to encounter difficult and complicated cases? Besides, the more difficult the case, the more it demonstrates our level of expertise. I've already come up with a treatment plan. Using my family's secret recipe passed down through the ages, it's sure to be a cure."

Chen Mo looked at his colleagues who were blinded by profit, feeling angry and worried. He decided to find out the situation on the island first.

During his lunch break, Chen Mo wandered around the island alone. It wasn't a large island, and besides the buildings they lived in, it was just a tropical jungle. He tried to find a way to leave, but found the dock was heavily guarded and inaccessible.

What was even more strange was that he discovered a hidden building on the island, from which came some strange noises, like the sounds of experimental equipment running.

In the evening, Chen Mo found Wang Zhenhua.

"Mr. Wang, we have to find a way to leave here."

Wang Zhenhua sighed, "I noticed that too, but everyone else was mesmerized by the Hua Tuo Classic. Besides, this place is surrounded by the sea, so we can't leave even if we wanted to."

"Then we should first try to stop them from giving the drugs to those patients. I always feel that those people are not real patients at all."

The next day, the competition officially began. Johnson announced the rules: Each doctor would prescribe a treatment plan for the assigned patient, and the results would be evaluated after a week. The doctor with the best results would win.

Chen Mo was assigned to the patient with the bluish skin. After a careful examination, he became even more convinced that the condition was artificial. But he couldn't refuse treatment outright, as that would arouse suspicion.

He decided to prescribe some harmless conditioning prescriptions that would neither harm the patient nor produce any obvious effect.

Other doctors, however, had no such concerns. Dr. Zhang confidently prescribed a prescription containing more than a dozen herbs, some even using precious ingredients like tiger bones and rhino horns.

Wang Zhenhua walked over to Chen Mo and asked, "Your recipe?"

Chen Mo showed him the recipe. Wang Zhenhua nodded, "It seems we have the same idea."

It turned out that Wang Zhenhua also prescribed a conservative conditioning prescription.

After seeing Chen Mo's prescription, Johnson frowned and said, "Doctor Chen, your prescription seems too conservative."

"A doctor should be as caring as a parent. I think we should be more cautious when treating illnesses with unknown causes."

"But this may miss the opportunity for a cure."

Chen Mo said calmly, "It's better to not treat than to treat it recklessly. This is my principle."

Over the next few days, Chen Mo observed secretly and found that the conditions of the patients who had received radical treatment had indeed changed, but not for the better. Instead, new symptoms appeared.

On the fifth night, Chen Mo finally found an opportunity to sneak into the mysterious building. Inside was indeed a laboratory, fully equipped with all kinds of medical equipment. Even more shocking was the sight of several medical records detailing how to use special drugs to create symptoms of various diseases.

These "patients" were indeed artificially created!

But even more frightening was that he also saw a report that read: "The Traditional Chinese Medicine prescription collection plan is progressing smoothly, and 18 precious prescriptions have been obtained..."

Their purpose is not academic exchange at all, but to steal the secret recipes of traditional Chinese medicine!