Chapter 550 Farewell

"Oh, so you are the little miracle doctor, little miracle doctor, I misunderstood you, that's not what I meant. This time I came here for my father. My father has been bedridden for more than five or six years, and he has seen countless doctors but to no avail.

A few days ago, I happened to be having dinner in a restaurant, and heard a man at the next table say that there was a young miracle doctor in Lianshan Town, who was young but had exceptional medical skills and could snatch people from King Yan. So I thought of bringing my father over to see him, and if I had offended him, I would like to ask the little miracle doctor to forgive me.

The man finally reacted after hearing what Jiang Fubao said.

It turns out that the girl in front of him is the legendary little miracle doctor.

He thought this was a maid from the clinic.

Before, I only remembered the three words "little miracle doctor" and always thought he was a teenager who had not yet reached adulthood. This led to the misunderstanding just now.

That’s right, there is no such a pretty maid in the world.

This temperament alone is not something that ordinary women can possess.

To be called a miracle doctor, he must not only have excellent medical skills, but also be well-read in many books, which is rare among boys of the same age.

The man's eyes were full of admiration.

He looked apologetic, bowed with both hands, and explained to Jiang Fubao.

"It's okay. Where's your father?" Jiang Fubao waved his hand and didn't take his rudeness to heart.

She looked up and outside.

No horse-drawn or ox-drawn carriages were seen.

"My father is in the inn. Now that I have found the little doctor, I will go and fetch him. I hope the little doctor will wait for a while."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Fubao retracted his gaze and nodded.

The man then left the clinic.

After being dazed for a while, Jiang Fubao picked up a medical book and read it carefully.

"Fubao." Instead of the man who came to see the doctor, Shen Hechi came.

Jiang Fubao looked up, her face looked a little dazed.

"Mr. Shen, why are you here? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Fubao thought Shen Hechi came to see a doctor.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye to you." There was a hint of sadness in Shen Hechi's pupils, and he looked straight at Jiang Fubao.

"Goodbye? Where are you going?" A faint fragrance wafted towards me, like a light rain that suddenly fell on a hot summer day in a world that had been dry for a long time, the smell of soil and grass mixed together.

It is also like accidentally entering a bamboo forest when the fog rises in the early morning and smelling the scent of damp bamboo.

Jiang Fubao sniffed unconsciously. She put down the medical book in her hand and looked at Shen Hechi.

"Before I came to Sanshan Academy, I was studying in Jiangnan. When I heard that I passed the imperial examination, my former teacher found a great scholar to teach me, so... I have to go back to Jiangnan. Probably, I will go directly from Jiangnan to the Imperial City when the next spring examination comes. It will take at least a few years before I can come back."

Shen Hechi's voice sounded even colder than usual.

There was always a carriage waiting outside the shop.

The driver holding the reins was wearing the Shen family's black servant uniform.

"That's great, isn't it? You're so lucky to have a good teacher to help you. It's good to go. Grandpa can't teach you anything. You're both candidates, but you're ranked ahead of Grandpa. It's a waste of time to stay here. Go ahead. Learn more and you might even win the first place."

Jiang Fubao joked.

There is not a trace of reluctance in my heart.

He even smiled and waved to Shen Hechi.

"Fubao, do you want me to be the top scorer?" Shen He paused and was stunned for a long time before he spoke again.

"Well, of course it's better to get the first place. 'Number one' sounds so loud. If you win, you will be famous." Jiang Fubao didn't know how to answer when she saw Shen Hechi's burning eyes.

I felt a little puzzled.

What does it have to do with her whether she gets the top spot or not? Why ask her?

But after thinking about it, she still said something nice, after all, Shen Hechi lived across the street from her.

If she became the top scholar, the alley near her home would become Zhuangyuan Lane.

You can still benefit from it then.

"Okay, I'll try my best. Fubao, I'm leaving now." Shen Hechi said, and finally looked at Jiang Fubao, then turned and left.

The carriage sped away.

Looking at the direction, it’s heading towards the city gate.

Not long after Shen He left, the man who had just gone out came back.

Two servants followed him.

One of them was carrying an old man on his back, and the other was holding the old man's waist and legs to prevent him from falling.

"Put it on the bed on the left." Jiang Fubao sat on a chair, facing the door, and pointed to the right.

After the old man lay down, she got up and walked over.

"Your father is paralyzed due to a stroke. His pulse is thin and astringent, and his qi is weak and his blood is stagnant. It is useless to just take medicine. Has a doctor ever given your father acupuncture before?"

Jiang Fubao put down his hand that was taking the patient's pulse and asked the man.

"Yes, I have, but it's useless. My dad has been stabbed like a hedgehog, but except for his mouth that can eat and his eyes that can blink, everything else is still the same. I don't ask my dad to recover to his former appearance, as long as he can sit up. He always lies down. Look, my dad's legs are so thin that they are not even as thick as my six-year-old daughter's legs. Sigh."

The man sighed repeatedly.

Before coming, he didn't hold out much hope.

So many doctors couldn't cure it, how good could the medical skills of a so-called miracle doctor be?

However, seeing that his father was getting thinner and thinner, and that he was breathing in more than he was breathing out, he still brought his father over.

Just in case.

What if this little miracle doctor is really as the legend says, and can snatch people away from King Yan?

"There is a way that can help your father stand up again. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Fubao whispered into Dan'er's ear.

Then he asked the man.

"What? Can my dad stand up? Then can he speak?" the man was overjoyed.

He took two steps forward excitedly, but then remembered that Jiang Fubao was a woman, so he stepped back to avoid suspicion.

"Don't be in a hurry. Walk first, then talk. Take it one step at a time." Jiang Fubao took the wooden box from Dan'er.

It was the box where she kept the needles.

This time, she did not use a thick needle, but a thin and long needle instead.

The needle is only slightly thicker than a man's hair and is rolled up in circles.

"What is this?" The man frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"This is a long needle. It needs to be inserted into your father's Baihui acupoint and come out from the Yongquan acupoint, piercing countless acupuncture points in between. But don't worry, your father is paralyzed and can't feel it. It won't hurt at all."

Jiang Fubao has already signaled Daqian Dawang to bring the screen over.

"I don't understand these acupuncture points you mentioned, but do you mean to use such a long needle to stab my father? Will it really not be fatal?" The man swallowed and felt his whole body go limp.

I had the illusion that I was about to be stabbed.

"It is dangerous to some extent. However, if it is not treated, your father will only have half a month to live."

Jiang Fubao did not lie.

The old man on the bed had cloudy eyes. Even if he was lucky, it would be amazing if he could hold on for half a month.

Maybe tonight I will get a blockage from phlegm and die.