"What kind of patient?" Cai Fanzhou didn't care about whether the illness was urgent or not; most of the patients he treated were either rich or powerful.
"I don't know either."
"I understand, let's go back to the clinic then."
When Cai Fanzhou returned to the clinic, he did not go directly to see the patient, but instead stood at the door and glanced into the room.
There lay an elderly man in his sixties on the bed, dressed in coarse cotton clothes, his face flushed an abnormal red, his lips pale, and his eyes closed.
Standing beside them were three men, all dressed in coarse cotton clothes. One was older, in his forties, and the other two were younger, around twenty years old. They all looked somewhat alike and were probably three generations of a family.
The three of them were all nervously watching the old man on the bed, not noticing that Cai Fanzhou had arrived.
Looking at their attire, Cai Fanzhou felt a surge of disgust; they were just another bunch of penniless bastards.
Cai Fanzhou stopped his steps from entering the house and walked straight to the backyard.
The servant hurriedly followed and whispered, "Master, aren't you going to take a look? That patient seems to be dying."
Still preoccupied with what had happened, Cai Fanzhou said irritably, "What's the rush? Can't you see I just came back from outside and haven't even caught my breath yet? Let me go to the backyard for a cup of tea and catch my breath before I come back to check on you. There's no rush."
The servant wanted to say something, but seeing Cai Fanzhou's bad expression, he swallowed his words.
"Where did they come from?" Cai Fanzhou asked, sitting down and slowly taking a sip of tea.
"I don't know the exact number, but I heard they came from Shili Village."
"Shili Village?"
Cai Fanzhou drank his tea even more slowly. Could someone from a small, run-down village afford his consultation fees?
"Awang, tell him I'm a bit tired and not feeling well today, so I can't make a house call. Ask the other doctors in the shop to take a look at him instead. I'm going to rest for a bit. It's nothing serious, so don't bother me."
"Sir, all the doctors on duty in the clinic today have been examined, but none of them can do anything, so we went to ask you for help," the servant hurriedly said.
Cai Fanzhou slammed his teacup on the table: "What, does my word no longer carry weight? We've checked all the doctors who are on duty, but what about the doctors who are making house calls? If they haven't, just call them back to take a look. If all else fails, have them go to another clinic."
“But…” Awang was a little anxious. The old man’s health condition was indeed not optimistic, and the doctor who came to make the call did not know if he could come back in time.
In Yanyang, which medical clinic has better medical skills than Jirentang? If they are driven away, where can they seek help?
Ah Wang felt a little sorry for his master and wanted to persuade him again.
"Stop nagging, get out, I need to rest." Cai Fanzhou got up and walked into the inner room, ignoring Awang.
Ah Wang could only nod in agreement and leave.
Without thinking twice, he hurried into the room where the old man was.
The old man lay on the bed, his face abnormally red, clearly suffering from a high fever, and was in a semi-comatose state.
The middle-aged man kept changing the warm towel on the old man's forehead, trying to ease the old man's pain.
The old man opened his eyes, his voice barely audible: "Yun, Yunfeng...you must...you absolutely must...find Xiao Liu."
Su Yunfeng's eyes reddened slightly: "Father, please rest and recover. We will definitely find Xiao Liu."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com