Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 117 - 120 is just a doctor

Chapter 117: 120 is just a doctor

"It’s alright, he, as your son, is also looking out for your best interest. Besides, as long as the illness can be cured, it doesn’t matter who does it. If there’s a better doctor than me, I’d be happy for you if you switched."

Divine Doctor An waved his hand indifferently.

"Elder An, you misunderstand, that’s not what I meant. My life was saved by you, and I have entrusted it to you. In any case, I won’t change doctors."

The middle-aged man, upon hearing Divine Doctor An’s words, hurriedly assured him, and noticing that Divine Doctor An still looked indifferent, he didn’t know whether he was angry or not. He gritted his teeth secretly, and his face showed a resolute expression as he promised.

When he had finished speaking, he couldn’t help but regret inside. Why had he allowed his son to come along today? He even wished he could go up and slap the supposedly clever son. As the current Sect Leader of the Qian Family and a long-standing patient of Divine Doctor An, he knew better than many that Divine Doctor An was not someone to offend, and certainly not one of those outside doctors or so-called experts who could be swayed by money or influence.

Divine Doctor An was just a doctor, without a notable family or powerful connections. What allowed him to be so unchallenged in the medical system and not doubted by others? Because he was truly a divine doctor. Those so-called experts outside were mass-produced, easily replaced, but there was only one Divine Doctor An. Who in this world doesn’t face birth, aging, sickness, and death?

Who wouldn’t hope to have a divine doctor pull them back from the Grim Reaper’s hands when critically ill? Didn’t he save his own life initially?

Over the years, the patients he saved weren’t limited to those surnamed Qian. People from many major families in Glass City owed their lives to Divine Doctor An. He believed that if Divine Doctor An spoke up, these people would absolutely give face to him.

To offend Divine Doctor An over some doctor he merely mentioned in passing, which might not even exist, was absolutely not worth it. It could well be a test he made up to assess him, a very likely possibility. Otherwise, how could he have never heard of another doctor with better medical skills than Divine Doctor An?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt this probability was significant, and his unease grew.

"Mr. Qian, I think you really misunderstood me. I am a doctor and, as a doctor, my greatest hope is simply for my patient to recover. Don’t worry, my friend has a bit of a peculiar temperament, you don’t need to visit him. I will ask him first, and if he agrees to treat you, I will notify you."

Divine Doctor An knew the middle-aged man’s thoughts, but hearing him say this still offered him some solace. As a doctor, although he had good medical ethics and a good temper, hearing a patient immediately wanting to switch upon hearing of a better doctor did not leave him indifferent—it was something even his current level of cultivation couldn’t achieve.

Originally, he had decided not to meddle in his affairs anymore and had even planned to ask Xiao Yi if he knew of any remedy. If there was a way, he would help treat him. However, he had not revealed everything and had not brought up Xiao Yi’s name. It wasn’t because he feared Mr. Qian would directly seek out Xiao Yi and stop coming to him for treatment, but because he didn’t want to cause trouble for Xiao Yi. He was neither blind nor senile; Mr. Qian was not an ordinary patient, and his illness was complicated, not easy to cure. Of course, if it were easy, he would have cured it himself rather than continuing to suffer after two years.

From what he observed in his interactions with Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi was just an ordinary family’s child, not from a wealthy or noble family. If Mr. Qian rashly approached him, and Xiao Yi failed to cure him or, worse, aggravated the illness, it wasn’t unthinkable that Mr. Qian might take some drastic actions in a fit of rage.

"Then I must thank Elder An in advance."

The middle-aged man, hearing Divine Doctor An’s words, became even more convinced that his initial guess was correct. There really wasn’t any doctor better than Divine Doctor An; it was just a test. He also felt that Divine Doctor An didn’t blame him anymore, which relieved and simultaneously affirmed his quick, wise decision.

"You’re welcome. It’s getting late, Mr. Qian, for now, just follow this prescription, and I will let you know if there’s any news."

Divine Doctor An waved his hand, passing over the prescription.

"Alright, then I won’t disturb Elder An anymore."

The middle-aged man knew that Divine Doctor An had given a hint for him to leave and didn’t dare say much more. He respectfully took the prescription and then took his leave.

"Dad, he’s just a doctor, right? We pay him when we see him, do you have to be so respectful toward him?"

As they left the clinic bearing Divine Doctor An’s sign, the young man complained, genuinely not understanding his father’s behavior. Every visit to the doctor, he treated Divine Doctor An like a grandfather—no, even more reverently than a grandfather.

"Hold your tongue!"

The middle-aged man glared at his son and looked around cautiously, making sure no one was around before scoffing, "You speak so lightly. Just a doctor? Can you find someone as capable as him?"

"So what if he’s skilled? He’s still just a doctor."

The young man retorted stubbornly.

"You...!"

The middle-aged man was so angry he nearly couldn’t speak.

"Dad, I’m not saying I don’t respect him. He’s the one who can cure your illness, and we should show due respect and pay the full medical fees without offending him. But we don’t need to treat him like we’re serving a lord."

The young man quickly patted his father’s back while continuing to speak.

"Next time I have a follow-up, you don’t need to come with me."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while before he looked up and spoke, then turned and walked ahead.

"Dad, don’t be mad. I’ll listen to you from now on, and treat him with the utmost respect if that will do."

The young man paused, realizing his father was really upset, and quickly followed with some nervousness.

"Hurry up, Han Family’s third son is waiting for us for dinner. Let’s not keep him waiting too long."

But the middle-aged man seemed not to want to continue discussing that topic, waved his hand wearily, and quickened his pace. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit QiDian (qidian.com) to cast your votes, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. )