nashuaworldcup Chapter 427
Chapter 427
Chapter 427
As the sun rose in the early morning, Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen, pen and ink in hand, posted a notice at the entrance of the clinic announcing a three-day free clinic. The handwriting on the notice was neat and powerful, each word carrying their gratitude and desire to give back to the villagers. The news spread like wildfire through the nearby villages. The villagers, upon hearing the good news, beamed with joy and spread the word far and wide. Those suffering from illness saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and many patients from afar, disregarding the long distance, rushed to seek treatment, some on foot and others by car.
On the first day of the free clinic, before dawn, a long queue had already formed in front of the clinic. The queue stretched like a winding dragon from the clinic entrance all the way to the street corner. Among those seeking treatment were elderly people with white hair, leaning on canes and patiently waiting with the help of their families; young children, their innocent eyes filled with curiosity about everything around them; and men and women in their prime, some clutching aching areas, others looking exhausted, all filled with hope for recovery. Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen were busy from morning till night. They moved through the crowd, carefully diagnosing each patient's condition, sometimes bending down to listen to their descriptions, sometimes frowning thoughtfully at their symptoms, then carefully writing prescriptions and patiently reminding patients of the precautions for taking their medication.
However, the tranquility was abruptly shattered the next day. A commotion erupted, and several burly men hurriedly carried a pale-faced young man into the clinic. The young man's eyes were tightly closed, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, and his breath was weak. Upon seeing this, Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen immediately went to examine him. What they saw shocked them; the young man's symptoms were extremely strange. His pulse was weak and irregular, and a bizarre bluish-black pattern appeared on his skin. In their many years of medical practice, they had never seen such a peculiar symptom. They exchanged a worried glance, a growing suspicion that this might be another act of sabotage, deliberately sending such a patient to disrupt the free clinic.
But they showed no sign of backing down; their sense of mission and responsibility as healers strengthened their resolve. In the following days, they devoted even more energy to studying the illness. Su Jinran immersed herself in the clinic's library, poring over countless ancient medical texts, meticulously studying each one, leaving no stone unturned in searching for any potentially useful clues. Ye Jiuchen stayed by the young man's side, closely observing the changes in his condition and attempting various methods for preliminary diagnosis. After a difficult investigation, they finally discovered that the illness was caused by an extremely rare poison. This poison was highly peculiar; its toxicity was insidious and its onset slow, but once it penetrated the body, it would cause severe damage to various organs.
Just as they were preparing to treat the young man, the clinic door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of mysterious men burst in. Leading them was a burly man with a menacing scar on his face, a sight that inspired fear. He strode up to the group and said menacingly, "This young man is our family member. You are not allowed to treat him; we are taking him away." He then gestured for his men to carry the young man away. Seeing this, Su Jinran immediately stepped forward to stop them, firmly stating, "No, his condition is critical. We cannot let you take him away." Ye Jiuchen also swiftly drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly, confronting the mysterious men.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate, the atmosphere so tense it seemed the air itself could ignite. Suddenly, one of the mysterious figures sneered, saying disdainfully, "Hmph, let me tell you the truth, we are accomplices of those who attacked the clinic last time. Our goal is to stop your free clinic; let's see how long you can remain smug." Hearing this, Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen felt a chill, but they remained fearless, their eyes revealing unwavering determination. Su Jinran stared intently at the mysterious figure and said, "Your conspiracy will not succeed. We must save this young man no matter what and expose your crimes." Ye Jiuchen gripped his sword tightly, slightly shifting his body to shield Su Jinran and the patient behind him, ready to respond to any potential conflict. A fierce confrontation seemed imminent.
Just as tensions were running high, the atmosphere as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, a sudden inspiration flashed through Su Jinran's mind. Without time to think, she took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wait! Everyone, calm down! If you forcibly take him away now, given his current condition, he'll surely die!" As she spoke, Su Jinran quickly took two steps forward, her gaze earnestly sweeping over the group of cold-faced, mysterious men before her. "If you trust me, give me half an hour. With my knowledge and expertise in medicine, I can definitely cure this poison. If I cannot cure it after half an hour, you can do whatever you want with me. I will not go back on my word!"
Hearing Su Jinran's words, the group of mysterious men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion and hesitation. The burly man at the head of the group frowned deeply, staring intently at Su Jinran, seemingly trying to discern any falsehood in her expression. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and said in a low, threatening voice, "Fine, I'll give you half an hour. But you'd better not try anything funny, or neither you nor anyone here will have an easy time!"
Having received permission, Su Jinran quickly turned and strode towards the medicine cabinet. Her gaze swept rapidly across the drawers, and relying on her solid knowledge of pharmacology and photographic memory, she swiftly selected the necessary herbs. Ye Jiuchen stood to the side, his posture upright, his eyes warily watching the mysterious figures. His hand remained on his sword hilt, ready to draw his sword without hesitation should they make the slightest move.
Su Jinran's fingers flew quickly among the medicinal herbs, her mind replaying the antidote prescriptions she had seen in ancient texts. The dense text and accompanying illustrations were now crystal clear. Soon, she had selected the necessary herbs and began skillfully preparing the medicine. Her movements were practiced and focused, each step meticulous and precise, allowing no room for error.
Time ticked by, like sand in an hourglass, slow and relentless. Everyone stared intently at the young man lying on the couch; the entire clinic was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. The mysterious figures wore expressions of tension and anticipation; they both hoped Su Jinran could truly cure the poison and feared she was merely stalling for time.
Suddenly, the shocking bluish-black lines on the young man's previously pale face began to fade slowly, like ice and snow melting under the warm sun. The crowd gasped in surprise, and Su Jinran breathed a slight sigh of relief. She then reached out to check the young man's pulse, which gradually stabilized.