novelraw Chapter 222
Chapter 222
Chapter 222: Mental Illness
When it comes to persuading someone to join you, you have to use the right approach. Different people require different methods.
Take the person in front of me—this wild Hua Tuo. Her approach is too unconventional, too individualistic. She has a clear understanding of her own medical skills and is therefore very confident.
Of course, this confidence isn’t a negative thing. To reach the pinnacle of any profession and be admired by many, achieving such high accomplishments, why shouldn’t she be confident and proud?
This wild Hua Tuo has the capital of confidence and pride!
If the other party didn’t have such a high level of skill, Wei Yu wouldn’t even want to persuade her.
Now, getting to the main point.
Someone like the Medical Saint would be familiar with common tricks—using money or silver to tempt, making threats, and so on. Those low-level methods that easily offend people, Wei Yu definitely wouldn’t use them here.
And the other person obviously knows general medical knowledge. In terms of traditional Chinese medicine, she is the Medical Saint after all, so there’s no way she’s lacking in that.
So Wei Yu wouldn’t even try to entice her with the little medical books he previously wrote. Doing so would be nothing but self-humiliation. Therefore, to get her attention and successfully make the Medical Saint willingly follow him, there is only one simple and direct way—challenge her at her strongest point!
Wei Yu knows his medical skills are not up to par, so he won’t argue with her about traditional Chinese medicine. If he’s going to talk, it has to be about something the Medical Saint doesn’t know!
“…Although I look delicate and handsome, a refined gentleman indeed, I know I am sick! I suffer from an illness of the heart! Do you know what that is? Huh? You don’t know! And yet you’re called the Medical Saint, and you don’t even know about heart disease? That’s why I traveled all this way…”
Holding his chest, with a face full of discomfort, grievance, and feeling cheated, Wei Yu looked at Doctor Shi and faintly shook his head, “You’re no good. Your medical skills are worthless—you can’t even diagnose heart disease. You don’t deserve to be called a Medical Saint.”
Doctor Shi: ?
Doctor Shi was honestly on the verge of laughing with anger.
This yellow-haired kid who clearly isn’t sick dares to say her medical skills are no good?!
“Oh? You say my skills are no good?”
The usually irritable Doctor Shi finally laughed, a cold, chilling laugh. “Fine. If my skills are no good, and since you seem to know so much about heart disease, why don’t you explain to me exactly what heart disease is?”
Very well, that was exactly what he want.
Feigning regret, Wei Yu sighed, “Alright then, since you’re sincerely asking me, I’ll tell you.”
Doctor Shi, laughing in disbelief: ?
She was begging him?
Ha.
He’s not sick in the heart—it’s his brain that’s sick!
Under Doctor Shi’s cold gaze, Wei Yu calmly looked up to the sky and said, “Heart disease, in this context, is actually an abstract illness distinct from bodily diseases. We can call it ‘mental illness.’”
Doctor Shi’s rising anger instantly stopped.
Zhu Ling also froze.
The two stared at Wei Yu closely. Although their expressions remained stern, it was clear they were listening carefully.
“This mental illness is not easy to explain, but simply put, it refers to a psychological disorder in the patient’s mind that hinders normal work and life. Some of their actions are hard for normal people to understand. Under the control of a pathological mind, they might have behaviors like suicide or attacking and harming others…”
Wei Yu had no experience with psychology.
He could only recite the knowledge he had found on his tablet, fabricating a nonsense performance based on self-processing, adaptation, and embellishment—whatever it took to fool the Medical Saint into listening!
Did the Medical Saint listen?
She did.
Not just her; even her disciple Zhu Ling absorbed it. Both of them surprisingly began to meditate on the information and discuss it!
Zhu Ling looked dazed: “Master, the lovesickness you mentioned before—isn’t that also a kind of mental illness?”
Doctor Shi pondered: “Unable to live normally, difficult for ordinary people to understand… makes sense.”
Zhu Ling: “Ah, in that case, the hunter from Xushan Village who suddenly went crazy before, that was probably mental illness as well!”
Doctor Shi: “Hmm… makes sense.”
Zhu Ling: “Oh—so that’s what mental illness is. It’s not an illness in the internal organs, it’s an illness in the mind. No wonder herbal medicines don’t work well!”
Doctor Shi: “Hmm… makes sense.”
The master and apprentice exchanged words back and forth, as if the whole courtyard belonged just to them. Wei Yu stopped his incessant chatter.
He silently watched them, his mind itching to recruit them.
Damn, he only said this much, and this master and disciple already started to spontaneously research and discuss based on existing cases?
What kind of medical talents is this? He needed to bring them back!
Wei Yu opened his mouth, “You…”
“Eldest Brother, do you understand medicine—the kind that can treat this mental illness?”
Zhu Ling suddenly looked over, blinking his eyes, asking Wei Yu very obediently.
Wei Yu stared at him for a few seconds.
The little boy smiled toothily, very well-behaved.
Wei Yu: Hmm… I still prefers your previously rebellious attitude.
Zhu Ling knows how to act obedient, but could Wei Yu, a seasoned master of feigning obedience, lose to him?!
He also pretended.
In a sarcastic tone.
“Oh my, the Medical Saint’s disciple is actually asking me about medicine? My goodness, this is unbelievable. Someone as mediocre as me is actually being questioned by a Medical Saint’s disciple? What is this? Is this humility?”
Zhu Ling’s smile stiffened.
Doctor Shi remained silent.
After teasing the mischievous little boy, Wei Yu changed his expression immediately.
He covered his chest, weak but serious: “Alright, although you Medical Valley people are somewhat overrated and don’t even understand mental illness, since you sincerely want to learn, I’m not unwilling to teach.”
Zhu Ling’s eyes visibly brightened, “Really? Then can you teach me?”
Wei Yu looked at him with a reluctant face, “You’re alright, I guess.”
Hearing he could learn, Zhu Ling immediately brightened up, regardless of whether Wei Yu was really reluctant or not.
This little guy was caught by the trap, but the one Wei Yu truly wanted—Doctor Shi—remained indifferent.
He looked over, raising his eyebrows, “Medical Saint, not going to learn?”
Doctor Shi coldly looked at him, “Trying to trick me with this method?”
Oh no.
Caught red-handed, Wei Yu was unphased. He shrugged, “What am I tricking you about? To learn another medical skill? Or to trick you into becoming a laborer for me? Just look at my guards—you can tell I’m not lacking in highly skilled doctors around me.”
He’s not lacking, but those doctors aren’t available on demand.
Doctor Shi was also puzzled.
She frowned and stared at Wei Yu for a while.
Wei Yu looked back calmly, his gaze wandering around the courtyard casually — and then his eyes landed on a wooden model nearby.
Was that… a human anatomical figure?