novelraw Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Chapter 220: You Are All Incompetent Doctors
On the passage outside the valley, Wei Yu stood obediently under a tree with several of his guards, gazing at a wooden board hanging on the tree opposite.
He was so well-behaved for no other reason than that many people were either sitting or lying on this passageway.
Some wore tattered clothes and looked miserably burdened with luggage—clearly refugees fleeing disaster. Some were neatly dressed but looked pale and sickly, slouching on the ground—apparently here seeking medical help.
With so many refugees around, no matter how arrogant Wei Yu was, he wouldn't dare cause trouble in front of such a crowd!
So he restrained his guards, leaving most of them nearby to tend the horses, while he personally took Fang Sheng and a few other guards to check out the front.
And what they saw was quite something.
Who wouldn't murmur internally upon seeing a wooden board that read "Non-patients keep out"?
Such a masterful healer acting so wild?!
Wei Yu stared at the board for several moments, finding it increasingly interesting. After all, for such a sign to be hung here, it must be the idea of the valley owner, that is, the so-called Medical Saint. Just from this single sign, one could tell how irritable the valley owner was.
These days, even those with a little education spoke in refined and polite ways. This was the first time Wei Yu had seen someone with such a blunt and fiery attitude. He was more curious than surprised.
To be honest, this person was somewhat vexatiously provocative.
The more he was told not to do something, the more Wei Yu wanted to do it!
Why must non-patients leave and be forbidden from entering?
Granted, he had no physical illness, but his heart was sick!
That sign deeply wounded his little heart. The word "keep out" created a strong spiritual pollution; every step he took now made his chest ache and his breathing labored. So, compensation!
Whoever put up that sign must compensate.
The Medical Saint must heal his spiritual wounds; if not, he would cause a medical disturbance!
Wei Yu clenched his fist, glanced determinedly toward the valley.
"Let's go, Fang Sheng, let's go in and find Hua Tuo!"
Fang Sheng: ?
Looking at His Highness taking determined steps forward, Fang Sheng was momentarily confused.
Hua Tuo?
Who was Hua Tuo?
His Highness was looking for the Medical Saint, right?
But he just heard a patient nearby say the Medical Saint’s surname was Shi, wasn’t it?
The surroundings of the valley were full of medicinal fields, and at first glance there was almost no one around. Yet not long after Wei Yu entered, a small boy appeared from the fields.
"Are you here for medical treatment?" asked the little boy suddenly appearing, wearing a hemp shirt and a white headband, sleeves rolled up, holding handfuls of unknown herbs in each hand, frowning at Wei Yu and his group.
"Today's workload is heavy, many seek treatment and medicine. Master said no consultations today. If you need help, you must come back tomorrow."
The boy looked around ten years old but spoke very formally.
At hearing this, Wei Yu looked up at the sky immediately.
It was noon with the sun blazing high, and yet no consultations today?
Blinking curiously, Wei Yu asked, "They say the Medical Saint is kind-hearted. It’s only noon now, and there are so many patients outside. Your master won’t see anyone today? What if someone dies out there? Isn't that the Medical Saint’s responsibility?"
That was plainly moral blackmail.
But the boy stayed calm.
Not only did he not argue angrily with Wei Yu, he instead gave a strange look and said, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws. If someone becomes ill, it’s not the doctor's fault. If not for doctors, how could anyone get better? If someone dies simply because my master did not treat them, that only means their fate was sealed, what does it have to do with my master?"
Wei Yu: Impressed.
Looking at this calm child, Wei Yu had to admit that he was a master at self-defense and anti-manipulation.
To be so clear-minded at such a young age was truly rare!
Fascinated, Wei Yu asked for the boy’s name.
"Zhu Ling."
"Zhu Ling?" Wei Yu frowned. "Isn’t that the name of an herb?"
Indeed, Wei Yu had recently studied quite a bit of medicine and recognized that the name Zhu Ling is a herb.
Zhu Ling looked surprised. "You understand medicine?"
Wei Yu blinked. "Somewhat. To be honest, my family has many medical books."
Some knowledge was real knowledge, and having medical books was true too—just copying from a tablet wasn’t a lie.
But Zhu Ling was shocked.
The small boy opened his round eyes and sized Wei Yu up several times, looking more lively than before compared to his previously composed demeanor.
Wei Yu thought Zhu Ling would ask to see his medical books, but the boy said,
"You’re not here for treatment. You’re here to cause trouble!"
Wei Yu: …?
What?!
How did that become causing trouble?
Wei Yu felt the boy was talking nonsense and immediately said seriously, "You’re slandering me. Although I know some medicine, I really am here to see the Medical Saint, not to cause trouble. Do you know how much psychological damage your words cause me? That sign outside already hurt my soul, and now you’re slandering my character!"
"Do you know what character is? Do you understand how serious defamation is? Do you know how terrible it is for a person to suffer psychological trauma? You don’t! That’s your ignorance. But you’re still young, so I won’t quarrel with you. Still, I must see the Medical Saint because only the Medical Saint can cure me, do you understand?"
The little boy tilted his head, mystified.
Character? Psychological shadow? Mental trauma? Zhu Ling really didn’t understand.
But he felt some kind of blockage, a bit stifled and wronged.
Frowning, Zhu Ling opened his mouth, "But, but, but your complexion is rosy red; just by looking at your face, it’s obvious you’re not sick! You’re lying!"
Wei Yu immediately clutched his chest with a painful expression, "It’s no good, no good. The Medical Saint’s disciple lacks expertise, only able to see physical illness but cannot perceive mental illness. Truly, an incompetent doctor…"
Incompetent doctor?!
The first time hearing someone call them an incompetent doctor, Zhu Ling could no longer keep up the image of the Medical Saint’s proud disciple.
Clutching his herbs tightly, he angrily stormed over from the medicinal field, then stood firmly before Wei Yu, scolding, "Our Medical Valley has no incompetent doctors! What mental illness? Stop lying! Come with me to see my master. I want my master to expose your lies!"
Oh boy.
A young child not yet beaten down by life.
Wei Yu clutched his chest in pain but quickly replied, "Really? I don’t believe it. Your master must be an incompetent doctor too."
Zhu Ling got so angry his ears turned red.
He shouted, "Come on! You follow me now!"
Without a word, the child grabbed Wei Yu’s sleeve and led him forward.
And Wei Yu, despite having baited him successfully, still couldn’t help but tease him along the way.
"Doctors who can’t see mental illness are all incompetent…"
"Your Medical Valley looks really poor…"
Zhu Ling: This liar is so annoying!