A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] 135

Song Qinghan was utterly stunned and then he nodded, saying, “I did hear clearly about what you just said, who do you want me to check out?”

“My medical skill isn’t that kind of profound, it might be out of my capacity to make a right diagnosis…” added Song Qinghan after another round of ponder.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Sir Xian’s eyes but he still waved his hand, motioning the servant to bring out the patient who had long fallen into a comma and put him onto the bed.

Song Qinghan rolled up his sleeves, approached and checked out the man’s eyelids. He pressed down from the man’s head and paused when he pressed the man’s stomach. Then, he continued to press the man’s body in calmness. After he finished pressing the man’s body, he thought for a while and then moved a little and faced to Yuan Wenxuan, saying, “Come over here, take his pulse.”

Yuan Wenxuan did not have much experience in such operation, yet he now was quite experienced on taking pulse. He was already capable of taking the place of the doctors in duty when he was in the Huichun Shop in provincial capital, and he did take the initiative to take the patients’ pulses that time.

The shopkeeper stood aside with his both arms folded across in front of his chest, trying to make fun of this group of people. But when he took a glance at Sir Xian, he found himself was stared fiercely by a pair of sharp eyes. With guilt in mind, he quickly put down his arms and put on an expression of solemnity.

Actually, he shouldn’t be blamed by just making fun and staring at Song Qinghan in a queer way, but the action of Song Qinghan was a bit eccentric in the stereo concept of medical treatment. He did not take a pulse at first but just touched all over on the man’s body. It wasn’t that much of queerness because the patient who was lying on bed now was a femina man either. If he were a man, probably such an action would be much profane to the decency of etiquette.

What’s more, how came a doctor did not take a pulse himself but ask his disciple to do so? Was he trying to show off and prove that he actually got a profounder medical skill and the action of taking pulse would be nothing needed?

Yuan Wenxuan didn’t seem to be affected by the surrounding environment at all. After around ten minutes, he put down the man’s wrist, tidied up the stuff he brought, turned his head and said seriously to Song Qinghan, “Master, he gets a heavier pulse than normal ones, I think he might get a heat in stomach.”

Hearing that, Sir Xian again raised his heavy and drooping eyelids. In his eyes, a trace of unknown and complicated emotion could be seen, it was kind of admiration, or kind of pitifulness.

Song Qinghan nodded and said calmly, “There is a lump in his stomach but there is no food retention in his intestines. So it can be inferred that the lump was evolved by the tiny ulcer in his stomach, but not that it is caused by the abnormal food intake.”

“The preliminary judgment is that there is a tendency to stomach cancer.”

Yuan Wenxuan was totally shocked by Song Qinghan’s conclusion as his mouth wide open and eyes paused its movement of blinking. He asked with surprise, “A cancer? Isn’t it a terminal disease?”

Song Qinghan sighed and shook his head, “Well, not that kind of terminal, but due to the short supply of precise equipment and insufficient condition here, it will be hard for us to cure him.”

As soon as Song Qinghan finished the last bit of his words, the shopkeeper burst into laugher his own before Sir Xian spoke, he approached and replied proudly and confidently, “Hey, little brother, you might have gotten something truly wrong, though various and diverse medical mansions are boosting here in the state capital, when it comes to the condition, we’re much confident to claim that no other mansion is better than us. So, if the Huichun shop doesn’t have idea to cure this guy, then no one can make it!”

Just as the shopkeeper was immersing in his pride, the man on the bed happened to wake up, he retch painfully, and then pleaded weakly, “Please, save me… I haven’t eaten anything normally for so long time. If I am doomed to die, I would prefer to die with my stomach full.”

After that, he moved his head to the other side and started vomiting violently. Yet he was able to vomit nothing but several strings of yellow bile. From the current situation, it could be seen that this man did not lie at all, he indeed hadn’t eaten anything for a long while.

Seeing that, Yuan Wenxuan felt quite sympathetic towards the poor man, he then pulled the corner of Song Qinghan’s cloth, whispering, “Master, is it really impossible for us to take a try?”

He didn’t know why, but he subconsciously felt that his ‘omnipotent’ master was able to handle this matter even though it was a ‘legendary’ cancer he had known from the booklet Song Qinghan offered.

Sir Xian raised again his almost-drooping-to-the-ground eyelids and asked in a low voice, “How is it? Do you get some ideas to treat this poor guy? As long as you get an idea and succeed saving him, I will accept both of you in this mansion, and you don’t have to lend a hand in here, just learn what you want to learn. In addition, every secret within the mansion will be open to you!”

Yet again, Song Qinghan frowned and didn’t say anything.

He didn’t mind being looked down on, but the act of randomly handing the patient into the hands of a stranger and even putting the right to life and death in the other’s hands made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Even though ‘Make every possible effort’ to save the patient should be every single doctor’s responsibility, it was still an immoral thought to regard a patient’s life as just a play?

Seeing that Song Qinghan did not say anything, the shopkeeper kept his silence as well. Anyway, he would never give credence to Song Qinghan that he was able to cure this femina man, so he didn’t try to figure out the deeper meaning of Sir Xian’s words.

After a while, when Sir Xian just thought Song Qinghan would never accept such an idea, Song Qinghan suddenly said, “Alright, I can give it a shot. And if I succeed curing him, I would love the Huichun Shop to offer me a doctor as my assistant. The doctor should not only get a profound medical skill, but also be obedient to me!”

Now he could fully comprehend that it would be useless for him just to acquire the knowledge from the others’ talk or practice, the only way he could make a comprehensive learning was that he took the initiative to be a duty doctor and join the ‘Doctor Corps’. Only in this way could he learn how to combine perfectly the western medicine knowledge with the traditional Chinese one and bring them into a bigger effect.

Sir Xian was completely shocked as he heard the request from Song Qinghan, and then he laughed with a bit of coldness in his eyes, he answered decisively, “Deal, as long as you can bring this guy back from the death, you can pick any doctor by your wish in this Huichun shop.”

Well, he didn’t have to care about why Song Qinghan would select a doctor as his assistant, yet the shopkeeper had to take this request into consideration, he smiled bitterly and then asked, “Young brother, do you mind me asking why you want a doctor in my Huichun Shop? He can’t just help you bask your medical herbs or assist you to take the patients’ pulse. And you didn’t even talk about the service period, if you are not going to make it clear, what if… Anyway, we can’t just give you a doctor just like giving you a giveaway, right?”

Song Qinghan smiled faintly, and then answered in decisiveness, “I am not that greedy to rob a doctor from you, don’t worry! He will still be the full-time doctor in your Huichun shop responsible for being in duty for his matters. I just require him to go out with me for any outdoor diagnosis when I need him to. As for the service term, let’s say one year.”

One year? It seemed to be not too long and not too short. The shopkeeper hesitated for a while and noticed that Sir Xian had already put on an expression of impatience. In avoiding that Sir Xian might promise something wide of the mark again, he hurriedly answered, “Alright, then we will take this deal. I will gather them and discuss soon.”

It seemed that Sir Xian didn’t care too much about the whole matter at all, he turned around directly while ordering leisurely, “His life is in your hands now, take care of him.”

The shopkeeper didn’t cling to say anything either, he just ordered one of the servant to stay and then left together with Sir Xian.

The patient with stomach cancer looked at Song Qinghan pitifully and said weakly, “Doctor, am I really saved? Doctors here in this Huichun Shop just announced my upcoming death and they refused to be responsible for my illness!”

Song Qinghan didn’t like to say too much to show his confidence, yet he didn’t like to hurt any patient’s feeling as well, so he replied, “As long as you are about to take every single word of mine in mind, you get a high possibility to be cured successfully.”

Hearing that, the patient’s eyes lit up with hope as if he had just heard something pleasing from the heaven. He bent his head towards Song Qinghan and said gratefully and respectfully, “Thank you so much, doctor! I will be fully obedient to you and won’t do anything against your demand.”

Probably he had long been suppressed himself for a long time and hadn’t said something in such a great excitement. As he finished the last bit of his words, he started vomiting again.

Song Qinghan frowned tight and pondered for a moment carefully. He took Yuan Wenxuan outside the room and started preparing the operation.

When the shopkeeper came back from sending off Sir Xian, he heard that Song Qinghan occasionally inquired Yuan Wenxuan of some suggestions when two of them were discussing about the operation, he couldn’t help but shake his head.

This so-called master was too impotent! How came he asked something to his own disciple while knowing nothing? Who was actually the disciple among them?

Yuan Wenxuan did not have any thoughts. He answered whatever Song Qinghan asked. In fact, that was just something like an ‘academic exchange’ for them as Song Qinghan accepted some opinions from Yuan Wenxuan while rejecting some. One of them asked, and the other answered, the process of the whole discussion seemed to be much more effective than any one-sided teaching method they adopted before.

Since both of them drew a conclusion that by the preliminary judgment, the patient got a serious inflammation in his stomach, Song Qinghan decided to let the patient get a mildest treatment first for several days. Once the inflammation started to vanish, he could commence thinking of preparing an operation on this patient. In fact, there was nothing big to talk about the operation, it just required Song Qinghan to cut off the pathological tissues in the patient’s stomach. The biggest problem for him now was that it was impossible for him to get a kit of precise instrument for measurement, and, it was hard for him to prepare some blood pack for backup supply. Thus, in such a poor condition, a tiny mistake during the operation might result in the death of the patient.

After the two of them finished discussing it, they decided on a preliminary plan and told the servant to take care of the patient. After they cleaned up the intestines and stomachs according to the method they gave them, they walked towards the new room with Wu Dahu.

Just at the moment they reached the gate, a familiar figure showed up right in front of them. Song Qinghan frowned tight in shock, “Wang Huailing?”

Obviously, Wang Huanling did notice their appearance either, he raised his eyebrows and said mockingly, “Oh, old friend! How come you get yourself here? Well, well, I never expect that you will strive to travel over land and water following his trace. It’s a pity that he had already abandoned you for his great wealth and high position.”

It could be clearly heard that when Wang Huailing uttered the last sentence, he gritted his teeth fiercely as if he was just feeling pitiful for himself.

Song Qinghan stood there with a great confusion, yet he could still figure something out by what Wang Huailing said, he then laughed and shook his head, “Are you talking about Lin Dafu? What’s benefit for chasing him? I do have a perfect life with Wu Dahu, I get no time to bother myself with those old passing days. If you’re still going to set us up, I don’t think it will be easy for you now.”

Though he said so with confidence, several confusions still lingered in his mind. Logically speaking, Wang Huailing shouldn’t have bore such a deep grudge against them. But how? How come this seemingly mentally ill guy get to find them as they just settled down in the state capital? This was much more terrifying than any crazy stalker did.

Wang Chaoyuan showed up from nowhere suddenly before Wang Huailing said something, he stared at the group of people in excitement, “Oh, did I miss some stories? You guys actually know each other?! Oh, I forget, you guys come from the same place, right? That is a good news! I’m actually Huailing’s cousin, now it seems to be a divine will to gather all of us here!”

Without waiting for Wang Chaoyuan to finish his words, Song Qinghan smiled faintly and said calmly, “Well, you’d better not try to figure out our stories, we don’t get any peaceful relationship as you wish.”

Wang Chaoyuan was stunned standing there, he sized up carefully the expressions of both sides, and then he got his face full of seriousness, bowing slightly with both of his hands folded in front of his chest and saying, “I would apologize here sincerely for whatever my cousin had done to you, and hope to receive your forgiveness of kindness. From now on, I will spare no efforts to correct his actions. Huailing! Go back home now and transcribe the scripture yourself! You can’t go out until you finish transcribing one hundred pieces!”

Recalcitrance could be caught from Wang Huailing’s current expression, yet he still knew the fact that he was living under Wang Chaoyuan’s roof and that he got no right at all to resist any force. He just glared at Song Qinghan and then left reluctantly.