An old woman coughed, pursed her lips, and wrinkled her withered face.
"Sir, the root cause of my disease has been decades ago, so your efforts have been in vain."
The old woman's eyes were sunken, her voice sounded like the last yellow leaf shaking in the cold winter, and her hair had almost fallen out.
This is Duan Murong’s master, Nian Duan.
The person she calls "Sir" is naturally the Medicine King Gongsun Guang.
Gongsun Guang is older than Nianduan, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, but his eyes are bright and energetic, which is in sharp contrast with Nianduan.
The number of doctors was small, and they were helpless to send away an outstanding fellow doctor, which made Gongsun Guang extremely sad.
The two old people, especially Nian Duan, who was not long dead, were not lying down, but sitting upright. The two were facing each other.
"After all, I am incapable of curing your heart failure."
"Heart failure is difficult to cure with medicine, not to mention that I have been suffering from decades-old illness. To live to this age is to borrow my life from God."
Nianduan shook her head slightly. She didn't take her own life very seriously. On the contrary, her only concern made her still worried, "Rong'er is extremely talented. After being exposed to Mr.'s work, her diagnosis and medication have made rapid progress. But now,
Cough~"
She stopped talking and took a few deep breaths before continuing: "Well, she has worked hard on medical skills over the years, and her motivation is to cure me. But now, my end is approaching, and once I pass away, she may...
"
Gongsun Guang has been teaching Duan Murong for a long time. The latter has a straightforward character. In the eyes of an old man like him who is well-versed in the world, many things can be seen at a glance.
He asked Nianduan: "That child is indeed the only medical genius I have ever seen in my life. What happened to her before that made you use such a cruel method to train her."
"Well, it's a long story, and it's because I overestimated my capabilities."
Nian Duan raised his head with all his strength. His cloudy eyes, which were already somewhat astigmatized, were suddenly straightened by the sunken eyelids, revealing a strange determination.
"As a doctor, benevolence is necessary, but in fact, benevolence is also a doctor's most terrifying enemy."
"In my entire life, I have only treated ninety-eight patients, which is still two short of one hundred."
"But those who were treated were injured by swords, arrows, long swords, halberds and other messy weapons. I don't know how many people I have treated."
"Also, this sect and that sect fight and learn from each other. I have treated many injured people like this."
"As for those who really need medical treatment, only by chance, when I pass by in the rivers and lakes, can I happen to lend a helping hand."
"Doctors are benevolent, they save lives and heal the wounded, and they hang pots to help the world. Any sect in the world does not hesitate to praise doctors when talking about them. However, they do not really respect the doctors who treat diseases and save lives, let alone respect life, just because, at certain critical points,
At this moment, doctors may be able to save their lives."
"Doctors cultivate talents. A doctor who is kind and has medical skills must follow the master for at least ten or twenty years before he can be considered to have achieved some success. But in other sects, Bibi is famous all over the world under the age of twenty.
All of them.”
"Since the birth of our medical family, for hundreds of years, our numbers have been sparse or even insignificant. We have worn out thousands of pairs of straw sandals. In a world like this, who on earth have we cured?!"
"Oh cough cough~ um~"
Nian Duan rested his hands on the desk, his fingers were so thin that the joints were clearly visible, and his old skin looked like fallen leaves that were about to rot.
Gongsun Guang's white eyebrows tightened, and he released his inner power with his hands to float out a white mist, covering her inside.
"I'm fine."
Nian Duan shook his head, and after a while he continued: "After Duanmu's death, I decided to retire and no longer get involved in worldly affairs. As a doctor, I have failed to live up to my master's teachings. There is no doubt that I have failed."
"But, as fate would have it, Ronger has loved medical books since she was a child and has shown amazing understanding. While I am teaching her, I am always worried about her future."
"As a doctor, I failed."
"As Master's disciple, I have failed."
"As Duanmu's wife, I have failed."
"As Ronger's mother, I have failed."
"But, as Ronger's master, I must at least be qualified."
With his deadline approaching, Nian Duan unreservedly confided his obsession for the rest of his life to Gongsun Guang.
As doctors, what is the significance of people like them passing on the medicine from generation to generation?
Doctors have a benevolent heart. It is precisely because of this benevolence that she deeply understands how painful it is for a doctor to be powerless in the face of the world.
"This is the fate of us doctors, but it is definitely not Ronger's fate."
She slapped the table with her palm, her voice sharp and determined.
Gongsun Guang's eyes flashed with tears, and he quickly licked them away. He stroked his beard and sighed: "It's a big gamble for you to break the Dali. If you go to the extreme, Rong'er will even go with you."
Nianduan smiled and shook his head, "I will last until the last treatment. She was born from me, and I will die in her hands."
"What!"
Gongsun Guang's expression changed, his eyebrows raised, and his tone became urgent: "If you die in the middle of her treatment, the child will go crazy."
Duan Murong's current motivation to study medicine is knowing that her master's condition is critical. If Duan Murong dies of the illness, she will regret it for the rest of her life and blame herself.
But further, if Nian Duan died during Duan Mu Rong's treatment, how much mental shock would Duan Mu Rong have to endure.
"Doctors, such a fate is meaningless. Pure medical skills and pure benevolence cannot achieve anything. Ronger has long understood this. She will definitely find a future as a doctor."
Nian Duan's momentum suddenly weakened, and his heavy breathing became intermittent.
Gongsun Guang hurriedly laid him down on the bed and heated a bowl of mild herbal tea.
"Is it the fate of us doctors? Although I feel it, I don't have the courage to create something new like you. This Medicine King Valley exists because of my escape."
He looked down at Nian Duan, whose eyes were closed and his expression was pale, and he promised: "Don't worry, I will do everything possible to let Ronger survive at least. As for when she can resurrect from this terrible blow, just
It’s up to her.”
"Thank you, senior."
"..."
Gongsun Guang took a deep breath, turned his head sharply, and left.
After all, your stubborn temper has not changed even to death, it is exactly the same as when you were young.
Duanmu Rong, my child, I hope you can really endure everything that comes next.
…
a few days later
A shrill wail echoed throughout Yaowang Valley.
After a carefully prepared and intense treatment, Duan Murong finally "cured" her master Nianduan with her own hands.