Xie Guangbai took out a packaged medicine from his sleeve and handed it to the yamen runner, Old Li.
"Thanks to the reminder from the God of Joy, I have prepared the medicine. I would like to trouble this officer to take me to the patient's home so that I can give him some instructions."
The group of people then headed to the home of the yamen runner, Old Zhao.
"Knock knock knock"
Old Li knocked loudly on Old Zhao's door.
"Who is it?" a woman's voice rang out from the courtyard.
"Sister-in-law, it's me, Lao Li. I've met a doctor with superb medical skills. After listening to Brother Zhao's symptoms, he prescribed some medicine for him. Please give it to Brother Zhao and let him try it," Lao Li said loudly.
The woman in the courtyard replied gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Li. Just leave the medicine at the door, and I'll open the door to get it in a bit."
My husband has taken many medications without getting better, and now he even has difficulty getting out of bed. The doctor who treated him before, after hearing my description, is unwilling to come to our house anymore.
Don't have too much contact with us, it would be troublesome if you caught this disease too.
Old Li was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and his heart was filled with emotion. The Zhao family were all good people.
"Okay, sister-in-law, I've left the medicine at your door. I'll wait for you nearby."
"Sister-in-law, please brew the medicine for Brother Zhao first. If he gets better, I'll immediately ask that doctor to prescribe a few more doses."
After saying that, Old Li placed the medicine Xie Guangbai had given him on the flat ground in front of the door.
They led the people who wanted to see the results quickly to another corner.
After hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, the woman in the courtyard quietly opened a crack in the door, picked up the medicine packet from the ground, and quickly closed the door.
It seemed as if they were afraid that if they hesitated for even a moment, they would infect others with the disease.
"There are still many good people in the world..." the woman murmured as she looked at the medicine packet, and then started a fire to prepare the medicine.
"Cough cough cough, who is this lady?" Old Zhao, pale-faced and leaning on his cane, walked out weakly and slowly.
While tending the fire to prepare the medicine, the woman replied, "Old Li is here, and he brought a packet of medicine. I heard it was prescribed by a highly skilled doctor. Since you've run out of medicine, you can try this one."
The woman moved very quickly, and soon the medicinal herbs were put into the earthenware pot specially used for boiling medicine.
Upon hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Old Zhao's pale face. He chuckled and cursed, "At least this kid has a conscience."
"It's getting a bit chilly now, why don't you go inside and rest?" the woman asked Old Zhao with concern.
Old Zhao shook his head. "It's nice to come out and get some fresh air. It feels stuffy inside."
After hearing this, the woman stopped trying to persuade them. The couple watched the firelight flicker in the courtyard, and the unique aroma of Chinese medicine gradually filled the entire yard.
"Honey, I think this medicine might work. I've never found the smell of medicine pleasant when I've brewed it for you before, but this one, even though it's still bitter, smells so good you want to keep smelling it."
After the woman finished speaking, she carefully opened the earthenware pot and poured the boiled medicine into a bowl, filling it exactly to the brim.
"Husband, you should drink it and try it," the woman said expectantly.
Although Lao Zhao also felt that this medicine was different from the previous ones, he didn't have high hopes. After all, anyone who has been treated knows that it takes time to adjust one's condition.
It's a pipe dream to expect results in less than ten days or half a month, but his family isn't wealthy enough to afford such a long treatment.
Although that's what he was thinking, Old Zhao still picked up the bowl of medicine, gulped it down, and quickly wiped his mouth.
"How is it?" the woman asked expectantly.
Old Zhao said helplessly, "It's only just been swallowed. Even if it were a divine medicine, it wouldn't be effective so quickly."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to a sunny spot in the yard, intending to sit for a while and bask in the sun to get rid of the bad luck he had been feeling lately.
The woman stared in surprise at Old Zhao's retreating figure and stammered.
"Honey, your leg..."
Old Zhao turned his head blankly, "My leg? What's wrong with my leg? I just had a crutch..."
At this point, Old Zhao paused, looked at his hands, and then at his legs.
Wait, is he limping?
Old Zhao looked around in confusion, and soon found it—the crutch he had left by the wall when he was about to take his medicine.
He was stunned for a long time afterward.
The woman ran happily to Old Zhao's side and said excitedly.
"Honey, it works! This medicine works!"
Old Zhao, who was originally weak and frail, actually regained his strength and his complexion became a little rosier than before. If this is not considered effective, then there is probably no good medicine in the world.
After the woman finished speaking, she immediately ran excitedly to the door and shouted out through the gate.
"Brother Li, Brother Li, are you still there?"
Old Li was feeling drowsy from the sun when he suddenly heard a woman's voice and immediately ran out.
"Yes, sister-in-law, I'm here. How is Brother Zhao after taking his medicine?"
The woman said excitedly, "It works! That medicine really works! Brother Li, I'll have to trouble you to buy more medicine for my husband. How much does one dose cost? I'll give it to you directly."
The woman was so excited that her voice was so loud that everyone who wanted to know the result heard it. They looked at each other in surprise, never expecting that this young man in white was truly a miracle doctor.
Does that mean everything he said before was true? Are there really gods in this world?!
Everyone immediately felt a deep respect for Xie Guangbai, repeatedly reflecting on whether they had done anything inappropriate to this divine physician.
Xie Guangbai walked to the door at that moment and said in a gentle tone.
"That medicine is just a general medicine that I have prepared. If you want your husband to recover faster, I will need to take his pulse myself to confirm his symptoms."
Before the people in the courtyard could reply, the group behind Old Li immediately spoke anxiously.
"Dr. Physician, how can you treat these patients yourself? What if you accidentally get infected? It is said that a doctor cannot heal himself. Wouldn't the whole county be in even more chaos then?"
"Yes, now that the medicine has worked for Old Zhao, you absolutely mustn't put yourself in danger!"
Xie Guangbai turned around and glanced indifferently at the people who had spoken. These people seemed to be thinking about his safety.
Their true intentions were obvious. They weren't worried about him at all; they were worried that if Xie Guangbai treated people infected with the plague, he wouldn't be able to treat patients with peace of mind anymore.
As that indifferent gaze swept over everyone, they felt, for some reason, as if they were seen through, and subconsciously lowered their heads.
Xie Guangbai said in a gentle yet firm voice, "There's no need for you all to do this. Since I dare to treat patients, I am confident that I will not be infected."
Furthermore, the reason I came here is because the benevolent deity wishes to heal the people here, not to become the physician of one or a few households.
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