Chapter 86 I am a doctor here
Although he failed to convince Xingxing to become a strategist or military doctor, Qiuqiu adhered to the principle of never giving up and quickly found more information and data on ancient Chinese medicine for Xingxing.
"Kid, these are all the data about Chinese medicine that I have summarized from several worlds. They are all here. How much you can learn depends entirely on yourself." Qiuqiu said heroically, with an imposing tone of "this is the kingdom I have built for you."
Xingxing looked at the densely packed text and pictures and nodded seriously.
"Yeah! Xingxing works hard~"
Stars don't like to lie, and they especially don't like to lie to themselves.
So Xingxing will definitely do whatever he wants to do, and he will really work hard if he says he will.
Wei Jinan soon discovered that his younger brother seemed to have awakened some extraordinary talent.
At first, the children just went to the mountains to dig herbs, and then they put a small iron pot on the fire to cook something with a strange color and taste.
But then, things seemed to get out of control.
It all started when he brought back a half-dead rabbit and prepared to skin it for dinner.
"Xingxing, are you sure this paste... isn't barbecue seasoning?" Wei Jinan looked at the wild rabbit that Xingxing placed next to the fire with an indescribable look.
The bloodstains on the rabbit's body had disappeared, replaced by a mass of herbal paste that was indistinguishable and emitted an unpleasant smell.
These herbal pastes are made by Xingxing using the herbs she had collected in the mountains before, crushing, mixing or boiling them.
How to describe that scene? If Wei Jinan had read fairy tales, he would immediately think of the witch in the story who always huddled in a dark hut, laughing sinisterly as she stirred poison in a cauldron with a spoon.
Of course, Xingxing couldn’t laugh in a hectic way. At best, he was a reserve little wizard, and a super cute Q version of him.
Then, all the potion paste made by the little wizard was smeared on the innocent rabbit.
So the hare that was supposed to become dinner became the first patient rescued by little Xingxing.
Hearing her brother's subtle question, Xingxing looked at the little rabbit, then looked at her brother, and finally shook her head obediently and said softly: "Brother, if we roast it now, it will taste bitter~"
You also know.
Wei Jinan sighed helplessly, then squatted beside the child and stared with him at the little rabbit with a broken leg and an arrow in the abdomen. After a while, he rubbed the child's little head that was always full of creative ideas.
"Then we can only eat some dry food tonight." He asked Xingxing with a relaxed tone and a smile: "Does Xingxing want to be a doctor when he grows up?"
Xingxing nodded.
The light from the fire shone in the child's dark pupils, and his eyes seemed to be filled with bright and vibrant light.
"Brother, I want to become a human being who is somewhat useful." The child's narration was somewhat inhuman and weird.
However, Wei Jinan had long been accustomed to it during this period of time. He attributed the strangeness in his brother's speech to the fact that the child had suffered too much since childhood and had not had normal long-term contact with others, so he was not able to express himself using normal words.
So he didn't feel anything strange and naturally continued, "What does Xingxing think makes a useful person?"
Xingxing tilted her head and stared at the little rabbit lying motionless beside the fire, thinking seriously.
After an unknown amount of time, the child's soft voice sounded a little uncertainly: "Like the brothers, like the uncle, everyone has their own goals and things to do. Someone will remember your name and what you have done, and it will change something."
The description of less than a hundred words is the limit of Xingxing's hard thinking and summary.
This shows that he really thought seriously about his future and why he wanted to be a doctor, rather than acting on impulse.
On the contrary, Wei Jinan probably didn't expect to hear such an answer from his 5-year-old brother.
Therefore, he was stunned for a long time.
In the end, without saying anything else, he took out the dry food he had prepared, found a nearby water source, cleaned the iron pot in which Xingxing had cooked the medicine paste, brought back some water, and cooked a simple, barely edible dinner over the fire.
After dinner, when Xingxing fell asleep, Wei Jinan turned his gaze to the hare, whose fur on half of its body was almost burnt.
He moved gently, walked over to move the hare to another place, and pulled some grass leaves to use as a cushion for the hare. After taking good care of his brother's first injured rabbit, he sat back and took the curled-up, sleeping soundly child back into his arms.
It was late at night and the wilderness was not safe, but Wei Jinan was not afraid of the wild beasts that might appear in the mountains. He held his brother, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and recalled the words of the stars in his mind.
A useful human being?
He thought that useful people were soldiers and generals who had made great achievements on the battlefield, top-ranked students who had passed the imperial examinations, and ministers who could guess the emperor's mind in the court...
But in Xingxing's mouth, the concept of a useful human being is one who has his own goals and things to do, someone who remembers his name and what he has done, and who can change some things.
This was completely different from the answer he had imagined.
It was difficult for Wei Jinan to describe how he felt the moment he heard the answer.
Perhaps it can be described as being hit by a stick.
It was more like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. When Xingxing looked at him, he was soaking wet, awkward and dazed, and looked as miserable inside as he looked outside.
He stared blankly at the night sky for a long time. When a gust of wind blew by, Wei Jinan felt that his chaotic brain seemed to be made much clearer by the night wind.
He took out a pen and paper from the bag beside him, wet the tip of the pen, and hurriedly wrote a letter by the light of the fire.
When he arrived at the next town at dawn, he asked someone to send two copies of the letter to the border and Kyoto respectively.
This is a small town rebuilt after the war. It is sparsely populated and there are few pedestrians or shops on the long street.
Many stalls collapsed randomly on the roadside, and there were still many dark red bloodstains on the ground. Someone could be vaguely heard crying miserably, but when they were about to get closer, the crying would stop abruptly.
Even though the survivors are sad, they are still alert to every sign of trouble.
After walking a little further, Xingxing saw a clinic.
The door of the shop seemed to have been knocked open, and there was no one inside. Medicinal herbs were scattered all over the floor, and it must have been looted.
After all, before he and his brother walked into the clinic, they saw a man rushing out from afar holding a bunch of medicinal herbs.
"Many medicines cannot be taken casually." Xingxing stared at the man's back as he left.
Wei Jinan rubbed his brother's head and said, "Maybe there are patients or injured people in his family, but they can't find a doctor, so they can only try their best to save the situation."
What he said was an understatement, but it was the most likely and cruelest reality.
Xingxing looked at the clinic again.
The shop was empty, and the herbs in it were in a mess, with a lot of them missing and mixed up.
And at that time, the town was in need of a clinic with a doctor.
Xingxing suddenly turned her head and looked at her brother beside her.
Facing his brother's inquiring gaze, the child raised his hand and pointed to the empty clinic, and said in a childish but firm tone: "Brother, I am a doctor here."
Wei Jinan: “……?”
He felt that he should be surprised.
He also felt that his first reaction should be to reject his brother's almost whimsical decision.
But looking at my brother's clear eyes, there really was a sparkling light in them.
Then, for some unknown reason, he actually nodded to his brother.
"Okay, let's try it here." He heard his own voice give this answer.
The next second, his brother turned around and hugged him around the waist.
"Thank you, brother~" The little boy's soft thanks warms one's heart.
Now that he had made up his mind, Wei Jing'an began to help his brother clean up the empty clinic.
When someone passed by and looked in curiously, he took out some silver and hired someone to come in.
First, he asked what happened in the town, and then hired this person to go from street to street to inform the townspeople of the opening of the clinic.
Since there was still money to be made in such a turbulent and precarious time, those who were called in naturally accepted the offer with pleasure.
He said that the unrest in the town was caused by the rebels, who looted the townspeople's homes for food and property, kidnapped many women, and even took away the only doctor in the town.
Everyone tried to resist, but how could the rusty and blunt sickles and hoes in their hands compare to the blood-stained swords in the hands of the rebels?
"They said they were an insurgent army, but in fact they were just a group of refugees and bandits... Then they gathered in larger and larger numbers and simply raised their flags and started to declare themselves king." Other townspeople who had heard the noise and came over joined the conversation angrily.
After venting their anger with a barrage of curses, they seemed to have lost all their strength. They smiled bitterly and accepted their fate: "We can't help it. This is how the world is now. Fate always bullies the honest people. We have no ability to resist, so we can only accept our fate."
There was nothing they could do except accept their fate and live.
Ultimately, it is the result of the court's inaction and the increasingly absurd behavior of the current emperor.
In response, Wei Jinan did not say any empty words to comfort them.
He just gave some money to these people who came in to help spread the news of the opening of the clinic.
No one agreed at first.
Everyone hesitated, their eyes moving back and forth between Wei Jinan and Xingxing.
Finally, someone hesitantly mustered up the courage to ask, "Young gentlemen, where is this doctor?"
As we all know, the older a Chinese medicine practitioner is and the whiter his hair is, the more reliable he is.
But the two in front of them...
One is fifteen or sixteen years old, not to mention the other, a five-year-old baby! Even standing on tiptoe, he is not even half the height of the medicine cabinet. This, this, this... is this not just a child's play? ?
Some people remained silent, because in the past two years, a child's reputation has been growing, and the emperor called him an auspicious and lucky star...
They are all children, maybe they are really special?
Wei Jinan had foreseen this scene, and he was not angry when he saw it. He just put his brother, who was holding the rabbit and checking its wound, on a stool to steady him, and then smiled and introduced him to the townspeople who were staring at him with wide eyes: "My brother is the doctor."
Before they could question him in surprise, Wei Jinan pointed to the rabbit that could already stand up and walk.
The hare was plump and had some herbal paste still on it.
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