Chapter 124
In the past, Fang Yuan's parents were hurt and sought famous doctors in the imperial capital but to no avail. Those doctors either knew little or were afraid of the reputation of the Sword Ghost, the Spirit Refining Warrior. Only Dong Xinglin spoke out for justice and told Fang Yuan's parents that they were injured by the witnessing method of the Spirit Refining Warrior.
If not for this, Fang Yuan would have thought that his parents had some strange disease and might have been kept in the dark until today.
On this day, the sky was just getting light, and Qiao Mu followed Fang Yuan's instructions and came to the clinic.
The plaque of the clinic read "Xinglin Hall". There were already several patients waiting at the door, including wealthy people in gorgeous clothes and ordinary people in coarse cloth. However, these people stayed in the lobby and were in order.
Fang Yuan was very sad about this matter. He found a middle-aged doctor he was familiar with and talked about treating Qiao Mu's injury. However, the middle-aged doctor shook his head: "If you want to treat your injury, just wait in line as usual." "This is the rule set by my master. Doctors and patients do not ask about their family background or origin. Since you have come to Xinglin Hall, you must follow this rule." Fang Yuan wanted to say something, but Qiao Mu raised his hand to stop him. His injury was not serious, but the cold poison was a little troublesome. It was not a bad thing that the famous doctor Dong Xinglin followed the rules. He did not care about this for a while, so there was no need to break other people's rules. Fortunately, Qiao Mu and the others came early, and there were not many patients waiting in the lobby. Finding a bench to sit down, Qiao Mu casually glanced at the Sword Ghost Martial Arts Experience in his arms, and at the same time looked around and observed the people in the lobby. The famous doctor Dong Xinglin is old. Now, in his clinic, three of his disciples are mainly treating patients. There are several apprentices under the disciples, some of whom are responsible for picking medicine and some for acupuncture. The division of labor is clear.
The patient in front of Qiao Mu is a middle-aged man holding a five or six-year-old child.
The middle-aged man is wearing a long gown, thin but straight, with his hair combed meticulously. He looks like a Confucian scholar, quite bookish, and must be in his forties or fifties.
However, his long gown has turned slightly yellow, and the cloth shoes on his feet are mostly dirty and muddy. It is obvious that he comes from a poor family, and he may not be a local of the imperial capital, but a foreigner from afar.
This middle-aged man is obviously not a patient, but a five or six-year-old child he is holding by one hand.
The child is only five or six years old, and is more plump and has a round face than the thin middle-aged man holding his hand.
The two men were one big and one small. The middle-aged man was the child's father, but he didn't look like that. The thin man looked too old, and he looked forty years old or older.
The middle-aged man was the child's grandfather, but the thin man was not that old.
Qiao Mu was bored, and while guessing the ages of the two, he looked at the two men a few more times.
Although the child was young, he was sensible.
He stood in the clinic without crying or making a fuss, but his little face and nose were a little red and swollen, and he kept breathing with his mouth open. There was nothing else wrong.
Time passed, and soon it was the child's turn.
The middle-aged doctor felt the pulse and asked a lot of questions in detail, and his brows frowned unconsciously.
He asked the child to wait in the lobby, and called the thin man behind the screen, and said in a low voice:
"There seems to be something foreign in your child's nasal cavity."
"It is suspected to be the larva of a monster called 'Ningsha Ghost Spider', which is quite tricky..." At this point, the doctor's words were full of blame:
"Almost all the major cities in Zhongzhou have immortal gates stationed, so these weak monsters rarely cause trouble in the major cities, and almost only appear in the wilderness and mountains... Letting the child run to such a place, it is you as a father who does not pay much attention to the child's movements on weekdays, otherwise it would not be like this."
The thin man looked a little ugly, and smiled bitterly:
"That's right."
"In fact, I am originally from Tan County. Half a month ago, Tan County suffered a man-made disaster, with hundreds of thousands of casualties. Afterwards, I could only take this child with me. "I left my hometown and came to the imperial capital to find a safe place."
"I have been sleeping in the open all the way. It may be that I didn't take good care of him..." The middle-aged man hesitated and asked;
"May I ask how much money is needed to treat this disease?"
The doctor shook his head slightly;
"Although this evil ghost spider is not strong, it is still a monster after all. Since it has entered the human body, it is not so easy to deal with. It is not something that can be cured by ordinary external and internal medicines."
"If you want to treat it, you must first take Ma Fei San, and then use a sharp knife to cut open the nasal cavity... You must be careful to adjust it afterwards. After all, your child is still young and can't be neglected."
"To calculate it all, it must be... fifty taels of silver."
"Fifty taels? Is it so serious?" The thin man was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.
"Too expensive? After all, this is a demon..." The doctor took a look at the man's clothes, and then remembered the life experience the man had just mentioned. He realized that this man was not financially well-off. He thought about it and calculated it in his mind, and said: "Then... five taels." Five taels of silver, with the purchasing power of the Great Yan Dynasty, is equivalent to five thousand in Qiao Mu's previous life. This is obviously a huge discount. According to the doctor, if you want the patient to regulate his body, he must take herbal medicine for a long time. Not to mention the surgery fee and labor fee, five taels of silver may not even be enough for the medicine. "Five taels..." The thin man read the number, with no expression on his face. After a long time, until the doctor was a little impatient, he suddenly said: "What will happen if it is not cured?"
The doctor was startled and looked at the thin man intently. Their eyes met, and both of them were silent for a long time.
He wanted to persuade the man to think about it for a while, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.
While they were silent, an old man's figure walked quickly and came directly behind the screen.
"Here, here are fifty taels."
The old man was quite energetic and forced fifty taels of silver into the doctor's hand.
"I don't have the patience to see you bargaining for a miserable price. I gave you the money. When will you treat my injury?" Qiao Mu urged the doctor directly without looking at the man next to him.
"Mr. Renyi." The thin man blinked his eyes, bowed deeply and thanked:
"A penny is too much for a heroic man. I am now poor and have no way to repay. I hope the old gentleman will tell me my name. He will definitely tie a grass ring in his name to repay me."
Qiao Mu originally didn't want to leave a name, but then he thought that being famous would be a good thing for him, so he said:
"I'm Qiao Shuanglin."
"Qiao Shuanglin?" The doctor had been standing nearby. When he saw Qiao Mu taking the initiative to give money, his face looked a little strange.
It wasn't until Qiao Mu reported his name that he suddenly realized.
"It turns out it's Mr. Qiao Shuanglin...Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Chapter 144 Goodbye Hai Wuya
After knowing Qiao Mu's identity as Qiao Shuanglin, the doctor suddenly became polite and kind.
"Mr. Qiao, please come in."
"Master Dong Xinglin is waiting in the inner hall."
The middle-aged doctor pulled the thin man and his son aside, went into the back room to wait, and then led Qiao Mu inside.
While leading the way, he also bowed his head and explained:
"Mr. Qiao is a member of the Qiao family who has become famous recently. I know that you have your own beliefs and are strong warriors who are firm-minded and will not be shaken by other people's words. But there are some things I still want to say."
The middle-aged doctor was a little helpless, obviously still thinking about the thin Confucian scholar from before.
"Fifty taels of silver, or fifty taels of silver, is not too small, but it can at most solve the needs of one or two people."
"Actually, my master Dong Xinglin is not a money-grubber, but rules are rules."
"A few years ago, I also tried free clinics. I didn't charge any medical fees. I just asked the patients to plant an apricot tree in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city after they recovered."
"In the first few years, there were tens of thousands of almond trees on the outskirts of the imperial capital, forming a forest."
"My master's reputation has skyrocketed, and his reputation as a benevolent and miraculous doctor has spread throughout the imperial capital. He has also been given the reputation of 'Dong Xinglin'."
"This is quite a good story and may be passed down through the ages." Qiao Mu nodded in praise.
But after hearing this, the middle-aged doctor smiled bitterly:
"For the first few years, that was true."
“It’s just that going forward, things aren’t so pretty.”
"With my master Dong Xinglin's superb medical skills, which can be said to be the best in the world, and he provides free consultations without charging any fees, what can other doctors in the same profession do?"
"In the next few years, gossip gradually started to spread."
"Some people say that the master is trying to gain fame, so that other colleagues can become a stepping stone to highlight his noble character."
"Other doctors in the same profession are often criticized by others and compared with the benevolent miracle doctor Dong Xinglin. They say that your medical skills are not as good as Dong Xinglin in the imperial capital. How can you have the nerve to charge such a high consultation fee?"
"This is just idle talk. Why do you care about what they do?" Qiao Mu frowned.
"If that's the case, my master has tolerated it... But in recent years, the world has been in chaos, with natural disasters and man-made disasters everywhere. There are still many victims and patients like the middle-aged Confucian scholar just now."
“When they heard about the free clinic for teachers, they naturally came in droves and almost crossed the threshold of the medical clinic.”
"In addition to these disaster victims, there are also some ordinary people who are greedy for petty advantages and are unwilling to pay for medical treatment. They do not want to go to other medical centers when they are sick. They come to our medical center specifically to wait for free consultations."
Qiao Mu was speechless.
"And even among patients, there are actually major and minor illnesses, and priorities."
"There are so many patients, and patients with severe and mild symptoms are mixed together. They are all free clinics. How do we prioritize them? Patients with mild symptoms may not be willing to tolerate and let others treat them first..."
"Actually, our medical center is short of manpower. How can we treat so many victims... As a result, one day, seriously ill patients were delayed one after another and died in the lobby of our medical center." The middle-aged doctor sighed. A sigh.
"...It's not your fault." Qiao Mu could only say.
"Since then, various opinions have become rampant, and the family teacher has no choice but to stop free clinics."
"Who knew that things would become even bigger if this happened."
"They all say that the family teacher is just trying to gain fame. In the early years, the free clinic was just for fame. Now the reputation has spread throughout Zhongzhou. After becoming the so-called benevolent miracle doctor, the medical clinic is full of people every day, so they put away the consultation fee again, make a lot of money, and start the business. You have to be good at calculating.”
"Later... my master is getting old, and we, the apprentices, are left here to consult in this medical clinic, and we don't dare to do any free clinics anymore."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged doctor did not forget to take a deep look at Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu understood.
What this middle-aged doctor was talking about was Dong Xinglin's past deeds, but what he was talking about was the fact that he had just helped pay for the consultation fee.
Good intentions may lead to bad things. If you donate generously at the door of this hospital, it's hard to predict what will happen next.
"So that's what you wanted to say..." Qiao Mu chuckled without making any comments.
Thinking of the strange look in the doctor's eyes just now, Qiao Mu finally understood.
However, this doctor actually gave a kind reminder, but everyone has their own ideas.
Qiao Mu understood what the doctor meant, but that didn't mean he was convinced.
While chatting, we had already entered the inner hall of the medical center.
An old man with white beard and hair and a rosy complexion sat on the imperial chair. It was Dong Xinglin, the famous doctor in the imperial capital.
Qiao Mu was familiar with the other old man next to the Grand Master's chair.
It was in the Heavenly Prison that Hai Wuya taught him the Sutra of Mount Sumeru King.
The two old men were chatting happily, but when they saw Qiao Mu and Fangyuan being brought in, they stopped talking.
"Are you Qiao Shuanglin?" Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya both looked up.
Especially Hai Wuya, even though Qiao Shuanglin is now different from Qiao Zhong in the prison, it still makes his eyes move.
In the past, the miscellaneous books that Hai Wuya read in prison were "Qingnang Medical Code". Now after he was released from prison, he communicated with his old friends, but unexpectedly met the Qiao family, which made him a little excited.
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The wound on the shoulder is not difficult to treat, and the injury itself is not serious, but the cold poison is a little more troublesome.
In less than half an hour, Dong Xinglin finished treating the injury and said that in half a day, the cold poison would be resolved and the problem would not be a big problem.
"Speaking of which, it is rumored that you have a blood moon picture left by a god-refining warrior hundreds of years ago. Can you let me have a look?" Dong Xinglin asked.
Dong Xinglin was not an ordinary doctor, he was half a martial artist, and he had also heard about Qiao Shuanglin's deeds the day before yesterday.
Qiao Mu glanced at Fangyuan behind him. Strictly speaking, this painting was one of Fangyuan's family properties. He just took it out for fishing.
"Senior Qiao is free." Fangyuan was smart and said quickly:
"This painting is of no use to me. It will be a disaster if it is left in my hands. Senior Qiao can do whatever he wants with it."
The ancient painting "Arbor" was always carried with him. After hearing about the painting, he took it out of his arms.
The two old men Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya looked at it carefully for a few times, and gradually fell into a trance. After a while, their energy and blood began to surge, and they suddenly came back to their senses.