nashuaworldcup Chapter 453
Chapter 453
Chapter 453
Inside the antique-style clinic, sunlight filtered through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows. Dongfang Wan'er, graceful and reverent, nodded emphatically and replied in a clear, earnest voice, "I will remember your teachings, senior. I will certainly work hard in the art of healing the mind and live up to your expectations."
Looking at the humble and receptive young woman before him, the old man smiled with satisfaction, a smile full of gratification and expectation. He slowly raised his hand and gently took out a yellowed medical book from his robes. The pages, worn smooth by time, had slightly curled edges, a testament to the countless years and wisdom it contained. The old man handed the book to Dongfang Wan'er, saying earnestly, "This is a summary of my medical insights accumulated over many years. It contains all the reflections and experiences I've gained throughout my life as a doctor. Take it and study it carefully; you're sure to benefit from it."
A hint of surprise and emotion flashed in Dongfang Wan'er's eyes. She accepted the medical book with the utmost reverence, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. Her eyes were full of gratitude, as if expressing endless thanks: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. Wan'er will cherish it and study it diligently."
The man standing nearby witnessed the entire scene, and a surge of emotion welled up within him. He came from a scholarly family, though his fortunes had declined and his life was no longer as affluent as before, years of studying literature had given him some literacy. After a moment's thought, he stepped forward and said sincerely, "Although my family has fallen on hard times and my circumstances are far worse than before, I still possess some literacy. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay and help at the clinic, as a way of repaying the kindness you and the senior have shown me." Dongfang Wan'er smiled and readily agreed, "That would be wonderful. The clinic is in dire need of manpower; with your help, it will surely thrive."
From then on, the man's busy figure became a common sight in the clinic. Every morning, he would get up early to help organize the medicinal herbs, neatly categorizing and arranging the herbs of different shapes and smells. In the afternoon, he would sit at his desk, carefully copying medical records, writing each character meticulously, afraid of making even the slightest mistake. And when Dongfang Wan'er treated patients, he would always stand quietly by her side, observing and learning intently, not missing a single detail.
Days passed by like a gentle stream. Dongfang Wan'er immersed herself in the medical books given to her by the old man, studying and pondering every word and every medical principle repeatedly. Whenever patients came, she would apply what she had learned to practice, constantly accumulating experience. As time went on, her medical skills became increasingly refined, and more and more people came seeking her treatment.
However, peaceful days are always short-lived. One day, the clinic door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind carried in a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. His eyes were filled with a fierce glint as he strode into the clinic, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Your Dongfang Wan'er has ruined my family! Today you must give me an explanation, huge compensation, not a penny less!"
Hearing the noise, Dongfang Wan'er hurriedly came out from the inner room, her face full of doubt. She racked her brains, but couldn't recall treating any of the relatives this man mentioned. She said softly, "Sir, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I don't recall treating your relative." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately flew into a rage, put his hands on his hips, and began shouting and making a scene in the clinic. His shrill voice drew the attention of many onlookers, and soon the clinic entrance was crowded with onlookers.
Behind the man followed several burly, menacing-looking men with thick, fleshy faces and menacing eyes. They stood there, seemingly ready to attack at any moment. Dongfang Wan'er felt a pang of panic. She had never encountered such a scene before and was momentarily at a loss for how to deal with this sudden turn of events. The middle-aged man crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips. His smile held a hint of smugness, as if victory was assured and he was certain Dongfang Wan'er would obediently pay up.
Just as the atmosphere became tense and on the verge of exploding, the man who had been helping stepped forward and quickly stood in front of Dongfang Wan'er. His expression was calm, his gaze firm as he looked at the middle-aged man, and he said steadily, "Sir, words alone are not enough. If you claim that Miss Wan'er harmed your relative, do you have medical records, medicine residue, or other evidence? You can't just make baseless accusations." The middle-aged man's face changed instantly, a flicker of panic in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and coldly snorted, "Evidence? When someone is on the verge of death, who cares about keeping those things! You must pay compensation today, or this clinic can forget about staying open!" As he spoke, he secretly gave a wink, and the burly men behind him rubbed their hands together, eager to attack.
Just then, at this critical moment, the old man, having heard the commotion, rushed over. He was over seventy, and time had etched deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's. He scanned the surrounding people, finally fixing his gaze on the middle-aged man, and said in a loud and authoritative voice, "I have practiced medicine here for many years and have seen all sorts of people, but I have never seen anyone so unreasonable. If you cannot produce evidence, you are deliberately causing trouble, and I will definitely report this to the authorities so that the government can uphold justice!" Upon hearing "report to the authorities," the middle-aged man's face instantly turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He secretly thought to himself that if he really went to the authorities, he would be in the wrong and would certainly suffer the consequences. After hesitating for a moment, he finally led his men away in a dejected manner.
Dongfang Wan'er finally felt relieved. She looked at the old man and the man, her eyes filled with gratitude: "I am so grateful to you and the senior today. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do." This incident also made her realize that the path of practicing medicine is not always smooth sailing, but full of unknowns and challenges.
After the turmoil subsided, the clinic returned to its usual bustling state. However, Dongfang Wan'er felt uneasy, sensing that the incident was not as simple as it seemed, and that some conspiracy might be lurking behind it.
That night, in the stillness of the night, Dongfang Wan'er was organizing medical records when she suddenly discovered that a medical record was missing. Her brow furrowed as she tried to recall, and she suddenly remembered that on the day of the disturbance, those burly men had been pushing and shoving in the clinic, and it was highly likely they had taken the record in the chaos. She quickly told the old man and the man her thoughts, and the three of them gathered together, their expressions grave, and decided to investigate the matter secretly.
They inquired everywhere, leaving no stone unturned. After much effort, they finally learned that the middle-aged man seemed to be backed by a mysterious force. To avoid alerting him, they decided to hold back and continue gathering evidence.