"Little Doctor Qin, I'll call you that. Yes, my legs are the root cause of my illness when I was young. Wen Xiang's father passed away when he was eight years old. Now, I'm the only one left to take care of the farm work. "Old Madam Yan started talking when she heard Qin Lang's question.
"One year, when I was transplanting rice seedlings, I got sick and had a high fever for a few days. I saw other people's seedlings were all planted, but there was no movement in our paddy field. I was so anxious. If the water in the paddy field leaked, there would be no way to plant the seedlings. I was so anxious that I risked my illness to go to the field. But that day, I felt dizzy and fell into the paddy field. Fortunately, someone passed by. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have choked to death in the paddy field. "
"Later, the villagers saw that I was an orphan and a widow, so they helped me plant the seedlings. However, since that year, I've been sick, and it's getting worse year by year. "
"Mom — why didn't you ever tell me about this!" Wu Wenxiang looked at his mother apologetically. If Qin Lang hadn't asked, he wouldn't have known what was going on with his mother's illness. At this time, Wu Wenxiang's tone changed a little. Obviously, he was moved.
"You were still young at that time. Why would I talk about these things with you?" Granny Yan said, "I've been through all these years. I didn't expect that I'm old and my body can't bear it anymore."
"I see. Old lady, your illness is caused by cold-heat arthralgia. When you were sick, you didn't get proper treatment, so your meridians were blocked. That's why your illness is getting worse year by year. I used bee venom therapy to stimulate your meridians and suppress the cold-heat toxins, so you don't feel pain. However, your illness is not an emergency. To be completely cured, you still need to take a few doses of medicine to recuperate. " Qin Lang said, "In addition, you should pay attention to your diet. Old people should mainly eat light food, not too greasy."
"Little Doctor Qin, you're right! My son always makes me eat this and that every day. Too much of it makes me feel dizzy, and my body isn't as nimble as before. In the past, I didn't have any problems doing housework … "
"Mom, I'm doing this for the sake of your health." Wu Wenxiang smiled bitterly. He was indeed being filial.
"It's fine to take supplements occasionally, but who takes supplements every day?" Qin Lang smiled and took the pen and paper that Wu Wenxiang handed over. He wrote down a prescription for Wu Wenxiang and told him some precautions. Wu Wenxiang thanked him again and again.
Wu Wenxiang knew that he owed Qin Lang a big favor this time. However, Wu Wenxiang knew that Qin Lang was not simple, so he didn't want to owe Qin Lang a favor. Therefore, after Qin Lang wrote the prescription, Wu Wenxiang took out 6,000 yuan from the room and handed it to Qin Lang. "Little Qin, this is a small token of appreciation for your consultation fee."
"Mayor Wu, what do you mean? Take it back quickly. Do you think I'm only worth a few thousand yuan for curing the old lady's rheumatism and letting her walk well? Also, if the old lady feels uncomfortable in the future, are you not going to invite me to see her? " Qin Lang deliberately said with a straight face. He thought that Wu Wenxiang didn't want to owe him a favor, but he insisted that he owed him a favor.
"This … Little Qin, I didn't mean that!" Wu Wenxiang quickly explained, "You're a doctor. You have to pay for treating people, right?"
"You want to talk about the consultation fee, right?" Qin Lang said with a dark face, "I rarely treat patients, but when my master treats patients, he pays a thousand taels of gold. It's not the 'gold' in cash, but the 'gold' in gold. When he treats patients, he won't take their pulse for less than a thousand taels of gold!"
Of course, the Old Poison rarely "treats" people, but there were people who asked the Old Poison to detoxify in the past. Those who could ask him to detoxify, let alone a thousand taels of gold, even ten thousand taels of gold, and the Old Poison might not be willing to do it.
However, Wu Wenxiang didn't think so. He thought, "A thousand taels of gold, do you really think you're the descendant of Hua Tuo or the reincarnation of Bian Que?" Of course, Wu Wenxiang just thought about it and didn't dare to show it. After all, although this guy talked big, his medical skills were not just for show.
Qin Lang seemed to see through Wu Wenxiang's thoughts and said plausibly, "Mayor Wu, you must think I'm bragging. Then let's forget it. If I don't help the old lady, how much money will it cost for her to pay for medicine and nursing for a year? It will be more than ten or twenty thousand, right? Ten years, how much is that? Moreover, can this health be bought with money? Chinese medicine doctors pay attention to fate. If you hand over the money, this fate will be gone. "
"Wenxiang! What are you doing? You've made Little Doctor Qin unhappy! Let me tell you, Little Doctor Qin is my benefactor. You don't know, these years of rheumatism have made my life worse than death! Take your money away. Little Doctor Qin's medical skills are so good, do you think he will be short of money? "Old Lady Yan was completely on Qin Lang's side.
Wu Wenxiang had no choice but to take the money back, but he knew that he owed the old lady a favor.
Later, Wu Wenxiang left the old lady in the room to watch TV and rest, and he and Qin Lang went to the study.
"Little Qin, your medical skills are so good, why do you still want to be in the underworld?" Wu Wenxiang couldn't help but ask the doubt in his heart.
"How am I in the underworld?" Qin Lang asked.
Wu Wenxiang smiled and said, "Little Qin, I'm asking you this because I want to help you. There's no other meaning."
After seeing Qin Lang's medical skills, Wu Wenxiang knew that he and Qin Lang might really have some "fate". Maybe there would be a day when he could use Qin Lang. It was better not to offend such a guy. Therefore, Wu Wenxiang invited Qin Lang to the study, planning to give Qin Lang some advice.
"Then, Mayor Wu, what advice do you have?" Qin Lang asked calmly.
Wu Wenxiang thought for a moment and said, "If there's white, there's black. The underworld exists in every country, and it has existed in China for thousands of years. It can be said that it's deeply rooted and can't be banned. However, the country's tolerance for the underworld is not loose. If you are in the underworld and fight and kill all day, if you are not careful, you might be consigned to eternal damnation and not have a good end. "
Qin Lang knew that Wu Wenxiang was speaking the truth. He actually didn't want to be in the underworld, but the Old Poison forced him to take this path. What's done cannot be undone. Qin Lang had no choice but to ask Wu Wenxiang for advice. "Mayor Wu, how can I have a good end?"
"This … It's hard to distinguish black from white in a society. For example, this time, many officials in Summer City were involved in the fight against the underworld. What I mean is that white can become black, and black can also be bleached. What kind of places were Hong Kong and Macau before the handover? The underworld used to run rampant, but now, many of them have disappeared without a trace. Do you know the reason? "
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