Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 116 - 119 Mr. Qian

Chapter 116: Chapter 119 Mr. Qian

The three-story Old Western-style building from the 1930s and 40s was the only structure remaining in the Provincial People’s Hospital. It had a quaint air, with spacious interiors minimally decorated. In the middle stood a long table, reminiscent of the consultation rooms used by physicians in days of old.

A well-dressed young man paced back and forth, an anxious expression on his face.

On an ancient-style rattan chair nearby sat a thin-faced middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with his eyes slightly closed, as if resting his mind.

"Where has Divine Doctor An gone? Why hasn’t he returned yet?"

After pacing for a while, the young man could no longer restrain himself. He turned to a nurse inside the office, who was patiently handling some medicinal herbs, and asked.

"Mr. Qian, please be patient for a moment. Elder An just took a call. It seems an urgent case came into the outpatient clinic, and he went to see it. He should be back soon."

The girl looked up politely and said.

"Hmph, what kind of patient could be more important than my father!"

Upon hearing the girl’s words, the young man displayed a visibly dissatisfied expression.

"I don’t know about that, but the patient there is probably in critical condition."

The girl shook her head and then continued to lower her head to arrange her own herbs, ignoring the young man further.

"Hmph."

The young man was about to say something more when the middle-aged man who had been resting his eyes suddenly opened them and snorted coldly through his nose.

"Dad, did you wake up?"

Hearing the middle-aged man’s snort, the young man could not continue speaking and turned around with a surprised expression.

"First you pace back and forth here, then you mutter to yourself—how could I not wake up?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his face clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I..."

The young man was clearly afraid of the middle-aged man. Hearing his reprimand, his face turned red as he tried to say something but was at a loss for words.

"With your impatient temper, how can you ever achieve greatness? This is Divine Doctor An’s consultation room, not a place for you to make such noise."

The middle-aged man looked at the young man’s expression and quietly scolded him even more dissatisfiedly.

"Sit down quietly and wait for Divine Doctor An to come."

The young man glanced at the girl who had started to smirk secretly at that moment, feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment. His face showed a hint of grievance—I’m just worried about your illness; otherwise, why would I be so alarmed? However, seeing the stern look on the middle-aged man’s face, he dared not say anything and obediently sat down on another rattan chair nearby.

"Thud thud thud!"

No sooner had the young man sat down than he heard hurried footsteps at the door. His face lit up with joy, and he stood up again, craning his neck toward the door. Suddenly, he exclaimed with joy, "Divine Doctor An is back."

"I apologize, Mr. Qian, for making you both wait. There was a small issue in the outpatient department that I had to attend to."

Divine Doctor An entered the room, glanced at the young man, and then his gaze shifted to the middle-aged man beside him. He smiled apologetically and spoke.

"You’re too polite, Elder An. Saving lives is crucial, and waiting a bit longer doesn’t matter to me. I hope everything’s resolved now on your side."

Upon seeing Divine Doctor An enter, the middle-aged man didn’t dare neglect him, stood up, and with a smile on his face, hurried forward two steps to meet Divine Doctor An, his tone extremely humble.

"Nothing to worry about now, it’s all resolved, hehe."

Divine Doctor An answered with a faint smile, not wanting to discuss the outpatient department’s affair, as it was a private matter of the Provincial People’s Hospital. Not having any need to publicize it, he moved to sit behind the large desk on an armchair, posing himself to begin the consultation and said, "Mr. Qian, please come over."

"Certainly, I appreciate your efforts, Divine Doctor An."

The middle-aged man, upon hearing Divine Doctor An’s words, took them in stride. Knowing that although Divine Doctor An was modest in his interactions, he generally preferred not to talk much. He sat down in the chair opposite Divine Doctor An and extended his hand.

"No need for formalities,"

Divine Doctor An replied softly, then stretched out his fingers to begin taking the pulse while concurrently asking about the daily diet.

"Hmm, the situation has slightly improved, but a radical cure is still not optimistic, sigh... I will continue prescribing you some medications to see how they work for now."

After taking the pulse and releasing the middle-aged man’s hand, Divine Doctor An strained in thought for a moment, then sighed deeply.

"Thank you, Elder An. Life and death are predetermined. Being able to extend my life for a few more years with your exquisite medical skills, I’m already deeply grateful, not daring to think of a complete cure."

Upon hearing Divine Doctor An’s words, the middle-aged man didn’t display the typical despair, disbelief, or rage that many patients might upon hearing they couldn’t be completely cured. Instead, he simply smiled slightly and said,

"Mr. Qian is quite open-minded,"

Divine Doctor An looked at the middle-aged man with a slight appreciation. "However, actually, a cure might not be impossible. If he is willing to make a move, there might be a chance."

"Ah?"

Upon hearing these words from Divine Doctor An, the middle-aged man suddenly showed a trace of joy and asked, "Elder An, are you serious? Is there still a chance to heal this disease?"

No one is unafraid of death. Given the choice, anyone would choose to live. The middle-aged man was no exception. He had been composed because he thought it was an unchangeable fact, but once hope was reignited, he was quite agitated yet somewhat incredulous, "But if even Elder An can’t do anything, who else could? Could there be another doctor with superior skills to Elder An in this world?"

"There are many masters in this world; I’m hardly anything special, at best a somewhat notorious old man," Elder An waved his hand, not taking seriously flattery meant to subtly probe him, and with a slight regret for his previous loquacity, looked at the middle-aged man’s excited expression.

"Divine Doctor An, are you serious? Is there really someone who can cure my father’s illness? Please tell me who it is, we will immediately go find him," the young man next to him said urgently, suddenly becoming excited.

"Quiet!"

The middle-aged man, hearing his son’s words, instantly turned pale and sternly shouted, then said apologetically, "Elder An, my son is just concerned about my illness and spoke out of turn in his urgency, please don’t take offense." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com; your support is my greatest motivation.)