Chapter 246 She Opened a Medicine Shop Just to Earn Merit
"How long have you had this headache?" Lan Xiyue's voice was cold and calm.
"It's been a month." Wang Fugui replied with a hint of pain in his tone.
Lan Xiyue nodded slightly. "You have a tumor in your brain. Judging from your pulse, it's still in the early stages and can be cured. Surgery is required."
"Tumor? Surgery?" Wang Fugui frowned and looked confused when he heard this, obviously not understanding what it meant.
Even Qian Duoduo, who was standing by, looked confused.
Seeing this, Lan Xiyue patiently explained, "It's just a lump of flesh growing on your head. Surgery means operating on your head to remove the extra flesh. I'm putting it simply and clearly, do you understand? Whether you want to have surgery or not is up to you."
When Wang Fugui heard this, his face turned pale instantly. He made a gurgling sound in his throat, swallowed his saliva, and then took a deep breath: "Doctor... Doctor, can I still survive after having my head operated on?"
Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him and said, "Of course he can survive. For this God of Medicine, this is just a minor operation."
Wang Fugui felt a mixture of emotions upon hearing this. His daily headaches were excruciating, yet the thought of having to undergo surgery filled him with fear and unease. He was silent for a moment, as if engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Okay, then I'll have to trouble the doctor to perform... surgery on me." The headache made him suffer unbearably every day, so he decided to take a gamble.
Qian Duoduo pointed inside and said, "There are rooms and beds inside."
Seeing this, Lan Xiyue stood up and walked inside, "Come in."
Wang Fugui followed him in.
"Lie down on the bed, I'll go get ready." Lan Xiyue said and walked out.
Qian Duoduo whispered, "Yueyue, do you really want to operate on my head?"
"If you want to have surgery, you have to operate on the head."
Qian Duoduo complained in his heart, "Oh my God, after surgery on the head, can the person really survive? Yueyue, please don't kill him."
Lan Xiyue ignored what Qian Duoduo was thinking. She turned and walked towards the medicine cabinet and took out some herbs.
"Chuchun, go and boil the medicine."
Chuchun took the herbs and went to the back to boil the medicine.
Lan Xiyue walked in and looked at the servant, "Go out and wait."
Wang Fugui nodded to the servant, and the servant immediately walked out.
Lan Xiyue walked to the door and said, "Duoduo, all of you go outside. No one is allowed to disturb me while I'm in surgery."
After saying that, Lan Xiyue closed the door.
Wang Fugui was lying on the bed feeling a little nervous.
"System, open the mall."
System: "Ding Dong, the mall has been opened successfully."
"Exchange syringes and anesthetics..."
System: "Exchange successful, 5,000 points deducted, the host still has 154,990 points."
Fugui lay on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, his hands tightly grasping the sheets, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Lan Xiyue looked at him and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, just get some sleep." After that, she injected anesthetic into Wang Fugui, and soon Wang Fugui fell asleep.
Lan Xiyue shaved all the hair on Wang Fugui's head, then disinfected the scalpel, prepared everything, and started the operation.
She quickly cut a gash on the back of Wang Fugui's head, and blood gushed out instantly.
However, Lan Xiyue's technique was extremely skilled. She quickly stopped the bleeding, found the tumor, and removed it.
Some people outside knew the servant beside Wang Fugui, so they called him out and asked about the situation.
The servant's face was tense as he repeated the conversation he had vaguely overheard outside the door. "They said they were going to use some strange technique, something called... surgery, to operate on the head."
As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers all gasped and the discussion became even louder.
After the operation, Lan Xiyue gave Wang Fugui another IV drip. Half an hour later, not long after the drip was over, Wang Fugui slowly woke up.
Lan Xiyue walked over and opened the door, "Chu Xia, ask his servant to come in and take care of her."
Chuxia walked out and called the servant. Upon hearing that, the servant hurried in. Wang Fugui was lying quietly on the couch with thick gauze wrapped around his head, looking extremely weak.
The servant's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Master, how do you feel?"
Wang Fugui said weakly: "I don't feel anything."
"The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. When the anesthetic wears off, the wound on the back of your head will hurt. You have to bear it. The wound will heal in three days and everything will be fine." Lan Xiyue explained softly.
As he was speaking, Chuchun walked in with a bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup. The soup gave off a faint bitter smell that made people frown.
"Give the medicine to your master. Let him rest for an hour. Once he recovers, pay the medical bill and you can leave."
The servant took the medicine bowl and fed it to Wang Fugui spoonful by spoonful.
An hour later, the servant helped Wang Fugui out of the backyard of the pharmacy. Wang Fugui felt pain in the wound on the back of his head, but it was not the piercing pain he usually felt. He readily paid five thousand taels for the treatment.
"Miracle doctor, you really are a miracle doctor. I can no longer feel that piercing pain. Thank you, miracle doctor."
Lan Xiyue gave another instruction, "You should eat lighter meals recently." She then wrote out a prescription, "Go to the shop across the street and get some medicine. You need to take this medicine for two weeks straight. It's for inflammation and pain relief."
Wang Fugui was a little confused, "Divine Doctor, why do you have to go to a local pharmacy to buy it? Don't you sell medicine here?"
“I don’t sell medicine.”
Although Wang Fugui felt a little strange, he still let the servant help him out of the pharmacy.
Qian Duoduo asked, "Yueyue, why don't you sell medicine? Didn't An Yi prepare a lot of medicinal materials?"
Lan Xiyue supported her chin and said, "I only treat difficult and complicated diseases. I don't sell medicine. I don't want to compete with other pharmacies for business." She opened the pharmacy just to earn merit.
Qian Duoduo didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.
The people watching outside looked at the thick gauze wrapped around Wang Fugui's head and talked about it. They said that there was really a miracle doctor in this shop who could operate on people's heads. There were many different opinions for a while.
The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and Lan Xiyue's "medicine shop for difficult and complicated diseases" became a hot topic.
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