novelraw Chapter 221
Chapter 221
Chapter 221 Medical Saint
Zhu Ling is a good kid who worships his master.
When Wei Yu said that his master and even the entire valley's people were mediocre doctors, Zhu Ling, unable to hold back his anger, directly led people deep into the valley.
Outside, it didn’t seem like much, but once inside, avoiding blind spots, Wei Yu saw that many huts were built on both sides of the valley.
There were no fenced yards; every hut was about the same size and style. Some doors were wide open, while others were tightly shut. In front of every open door, there were one or two stoves sizzling with medicinal herbs.
Thin white smoke rose and was blown away by the wind. Passing by these huts, besides the smell of Chinese medicine, Wei Yu could smell nothing else.
He looked at the huts and, passing by those with open doors, curiously glanced inside… Then, Wei Yu’s face twisted.
He looked at Zhu Ling incredulously. "Why do you Medical Valley people have places for patients to lie down that look so much like mortuary slabs?!"
What do mortuary slabs look like?
A line of narrow single-frame beds, with people lying straight and motionless, covered by white cloth. Simple, but also terrifying.
Zhu Ling tilted his head, trying to understand his words, then looked at him puzzled. "Mortuary slab? Have you been to a yizhuang (bone-house/mortuaries)? My master says that’s exactly how they keep corpses in a yizhuang. Maybe that’s what you call mortuary slabs."
Zhu Ling pointed to several huts again. "Those are the rooms to store corpses, people who have died from illnesses that couldn’t be cured in Medical Valley. My master said later they will be moved to the back mountain to be burned. As for the other huts, those patients are still alive."
Wei Yu:…
So it really is like that.
Glancing at the mortuary houses with closed doors and then the similar-looking huts, Wei Yu blinked and tactfully didn’t ask Zhu Ling whether these mortuary rooms were some kind of random arrangement…
Some questions are better left not so clearly known — at least then you can fool yourself, have some psychological comfort.
Keeping up with Zhu Ling’s pace, Wei Yu curiously asked about his master.
"Why does your master arrange the huts like this? Aren’t you afraid that patients will be scared or disgusted once they know, and cause trouble for you?"
The kid’s expression was calm. "Guests follow the host. My master said, we are the owners here. Anyone who causes trouble in Medical Valley will be kicked out and never treated again."
Wei Yu: "Then why does your master burn corpses in the back mountain? Aren’t you afraid of public scorn?"
The kid glanced at him, eyes somewhat disdainful. "You understand medicine, right? Then why don’t you understand that piling up dead patients together can easily cause epidemics?"
Wei Yu stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled. "You understand medicine so well, then why don’t you understand the seriousness of mental illness? Didn’t you notice I have a mental illness?"
Zhu Ling:…
This liar really is annoying!
Zhu Ling ignored him and walked forward angrily.
Wei Yu leisurely followed behind, wearing a conman's smile, unconcerned if the kid was about to explode in anger, just continuing to observe the surroundings and absorb all useful information.
Soon, after two turns and passing through a small patch of thorns, Zhu Ling led Wei Yu and others to a small bamboo hut courtyard.
Before approaching, Wei Yu saw two “human stakes” standing in the courtyard.
One wooden stake, one straw stake.
And between the two stakes stood a woman, making some gestures on the wooden stake…?
Men and women — if not deliberately hidden, just by height, body shape, and curves, it’s easy to tell.
Wei Yu paused.
During this brief pause, Zhu Ling had already gone ahead to call someone.
“Master.”
Master?
Wei Yu couldn’t help but ask Fang Sheng behind him, "Why didn’t you tell me my Hua Tuo is a woman?"
When things are fine, he’s a person; when things go wrong, he becomes the scapegoat.
Fang Sheng took a deep breath. "Master, you never asked."
"I didn’t ask, so you didn’t tell me? Such an important detail!"
Being male or female makes a big difference in how to abduct people, okay!
Fang Sheng opened his mouth: "Your servant…"
"Forget it, you don’t have to say. Since it’s Hua Tuo, male or female makes no difference. As long as she can work for me…"
Wei Yu consoled himself within three seconds.
He raised a smiling face and walked toward the courtyard.
Inside, Zhu Ling was telling his master about Wei Yu.
“Master, someone came to Medical Valley claiming to have heart disease even though he’s clearly not ill. I couldn’t figure it out, but I felt he was lying, and I couldn’t get rid of him, so I had no choice but to trouble master.”
The woman with a grey cloth headwrap stood in front of the wooden stake, dressed plainly, her appearance delicate and elegant yet expression indifferent.
At this moment, this expressionless Doctor Shi was holding silver needles and simulating diagnosis on the wooden stake covered with acupuncture points.
When Zhu Ling arrived, Doctor Shi didn’t even glance at him.
Only after the needles were in place did she lightly look at Zhu Ling without saying a word, her gaze then fixed on the incoming Wei Yu and others.
That look — how to describe it to Wei Yu?
Cold. Unlike most women nowadays who are gentle, this wild Hua Tuo was not only unkind but also expressed disdain just through her eyes, even without saying a word.
Wei Yu:…
He silently smiled.
"You say you have a heart illness?"
Doctor Shi suddenly spoke, her tone full of mockery. "I’ve seen many people seeking treatment, those who are unreasonable and cause trouble, I’ve seen plenty. But this is the first time I’ve met someone who immediately claims to have heart disease just by opening their mouth."
After speaking, Doctor Shi turned and handed the needle package to Zhu Ling.
She apparently didn’t intend to say more to Wei Yu and walked directly into the bamboo hut.
Wei Yu blinked upon seeing this.
Equating him with troublemakers, does that mean they firmly believe he came to cause trouble?
Hmm… Medical Saints are too wild and confident — to abduct someone it seems he needs to pull out some big moves.
"Tsk—"
Wei Yu suddenly clutched his chest and fell back.
Fang Sheng acted swiftly to support His Highness.
Before he could express any worry, he saw His Highness dramatically portraying pain.
Leaning on Fang Sheng, Wei Yu closed his eyes and howled, "Ah, my heart is so uncomfortable, so angry, so conflicted, so wronged, so sad—"
Doctor Shi, who was about to leave, stopped.
Zhu Ling, who was following his master, also halted.
“People say the Medical Saint is kind-hearted and superb in medical skills, but they don’t even know what heart disease is, nor can they recognize the pain I hide beneath my handsome and optimistic exterior. Oh dear, what kind of con artist mediocre doctors have I gotten trapped by…”
Doctor Shi and Zhu Ling: ???
The master and disciple both turned around.
They looked at Wei Yu — one furrowed his brow mildly, the other widened his eyes — their expressions showed disbelief mixed with irritation.
Zhu Ling angrily said, "What trap? We didn’t ask you to come here. Clearly, you’re the con artist spouting nonsense!"
Doctor Shi wasn’t as expressive as Zhu Ling.
She said nothing but coldly stared at Wei Yu, wanting to hear what ridiculous words this man would come up with next.