Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 209 - 208: A Quack Doctor Misleads People

Chapter 209: Chapter 208: A Quack Doctor Misleads People

Sister Lan was unfeeling but still dragged Lin Nianhe up from the ground.

She casually took the brick from Lin Nianhe’s hand and threw it out of the yard, then puzzledly asked, "Where did you get that brick from?"

"Bricks, they come from wherever and go to wherever..."

Before Lin Nianhe could finish speaking, a clanging sound came from outside the courtyard.

Lin Nianhe: "Sister Lan, did you hit someone?"

Wen Lan: "What... what do we do now?"

"Go out and take a look. If they’re half-dead, give them another whack!"

Perhaps truly fearing that Lin Nianhe would come out and deliver a finishing blow, the person outside immediately spoke up, "I’m fine, I’m fine! Didn’t get hit."

He Aimin came around from behind the wall somewhat ungainly with his walking stick, and looking at Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan, he cleared his throat trying to sound stern, "Don’t just throw things around."

Lin Nianhe burst into laughter: "Uncle He, why are you here?"

He Aimin glared at her: "Why do you think? I was just out for a stroll because I’ve nothing better to do!"

What else could he be here for?

If not because he’s worried about these two girls...

Lin Nianhe smiled and went over to him, supporting his arm she asked, "Did you get hurt?"

He Aimin waved his hand: "I’m fine. That said, I heard everything you two were discussing, but this money..."

"Just wait for Cailan to grow up and repay Teacher Wen herself." Lin Nianhe said, glancing sideways at Wen Lan.

Wen Lan hadn’t brought any money with her and seriously nodded: "Right, just let Cailan pay it back later." She pondered, planning to give Hezi fourteen yuan first, and give her the rest after receiving their subsidy.

Wen Lan never really expected to get the money back in her hands. Seeing the state of the Shen family, a woman struggling to raise three children, they couldn’t even afford to eat enough, let alone repay money.

She thought to herself, the money given out might as well be a gift. She still has her hands and can earn it back.

But Lin Nianhe seriously explained the cause and solution of the problem to Shen Cailan, even making the girl write a loan agreement for Wen Lan.

Wen Lan stared blankly at Lin Nianhe, not understanding at all.

Lin Nianhe ignored her, taking Shen Cailan by the hand and said, "Cailan, study hard. Don’t fear the temporary hardships, everything will pass."

Shen Cailan pursed her lips, tearing up, and nodded vigorously: "Yeah, I know."

"If you ever run into trouble again, go to the teachers first," Lin Nianhe added. "There are many ways to solve a problem, and the teachers can help you think of solutions."

"Yeah."

Lin Nianhe wiped her tears for her, then stood up to check on Cailan’s mother’s condition.

Her complexion was somewhat better, but the wound on her head was still shocking.

Lin Nianhe turned to Wen Lan: "Sister Lan, let’s send Cailan’s mother to the clinic. Her injury needs to be properly treated; it’s already infected."

Shen Cailan looked at Lin Nianhe with hopeful eyes, hesitantly saying in a low voice, "Doctor Zhuang said that the injections should heal it..."

Lin Nianhe frowned, instinctively blurting out, "That quack doctor?"

The Nine-miles Team only had one barefoot doctor, and this man, surnamed Zhuang, had swindled both Accountant Zhao and Uncle Niu in just a few years of practice.

Clearly, the beating Lin Nianhe gave him long ago hadn’t brought him to his senses; he still dared to deceive and swindle.

Shen Cailan nodded: "It was Doctor Zhuang who gave the injection. He said my mom was seriously injured and used extra medicine, costing us two yuan..."

Lin Nianhe no longer cared about the amount of money at issue.

She remembered correctly that the most commonly used antibiotic these days was gentamicin, a drug with ototoxicity that had saved one generation and deafened another.

Lin Nianhe’s expression changed slightly; she did not explain to anyone. Instead, she moved aside to get on the Kang bed, took Shen Cailan’s mother’s hand, and removed the needle.

The liquid was still half left in the glass bottle; Lin Nianhe pressed down on Shen Cailan’s mother’s hand and said to Wen Lan, "Sister Lan, quick, take Shen Cailan’s mother to the clinic. Cailan, go ask Doctor Zhuang if he injected your mother with gentamicin, quick, run!"

Shen Cailan was clueless, but the person in front of her had just saved their family. She immediately ran out without any hesitation.

He Aimin stood by the door and overheard everything. He said, "Teacher Lin, how can Shen Cailan’s mother get to the clinic in this state? Doctor Zhuang is pretty reliable; when the villagers have some illness or minor injury, an injection from him usually does the trick."

"Uncle He, minor illnesses do not require injections. Getting an IV drip is not a good thing," Lin Nianhe said with a slight frown, her tone very serious, "using anti-inflammatory drugs too frequently is not good for the body, especially certain drugs..."

Lin Nianhe swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She still hoped that Shen Cailan’s mother would be fine; not everyone who uses gentamicin ends up with hearing loss, and the drug she was injected with might not even be gentamicin.

At that moment, Wen Lan arrived pushing a bicycle. She said, "Nianhe, let Shen Cailan’s mother sit on the crossbar, use a rope to tie her to me, I’m worried she might fall off the back seat."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe cleared some space, and Wen Lan directly carried Shen Cailan’s mother outside.

Shen Cailan’s mother gained some consciousness from all the commotion; she barely opened her eyes and before she could see who was carrying her, she fell into a deep sleep again.

As soon as they secured Shen Cailan’s mother, Shen Cailan ran back.

The young girl’s cheeks were flushed from running; panting heavily, she said, "It’s, it’s genta, gentamicin... Doctor, Doctor Zhuang... said... he used, used four, four doses on my mother..."

Lin Nianhe felt a blackout coming on; she asked, "Cailan, when did your mother get injured? How?"

Shen Cailan looked at her and then at Wen Lan, saying, "Teacher Lin, I’ll go with Teacher Wen to the clinic. I’ve been taking care of my mother these days, I know what happened."

Lin Nianhe knew that even if she did not agree now, the child would probably go to the town on foot by herself.

She nodded, lifted Shen Cailan onto the back seat, stuffed twenty yuan and some Food Tickets into Wen Lan’s pocket: "Sister Lan, take care of them, I’ll go tell Principal Wu first."

"Okay, you don’t need to come when it gets dark, I’ll stay with Cailan tonight."

After Wen Lan finished speaking, she pedaled off with Shen Cailan’s mother and daughter.

Shen Cailan shouted to her brother from the back seat, "Daming, take good care of our little brother, don’t run around!"

It was only then Lin Nianhe remembered, the Shen Family still had two little ones.

She turned back to look at them and asked, "How about you two come with me to Ten Miles Team?"

Shen Daming had not spoken when He Aimin said, "Don’t worry about them; they’ll go to my place."

Shen Daming clearly did not want to go to Ten Miles Team; he nodded, picked up his brother sensibly, and followed Uncle He like a small tail.

The two adults and two children slowly made their way to the He family’s home.

He Aimin asked, "Teacher Lin, Shen Cailan’s mother will be alright, won’t she?"

"I just saw that her wound was infected; it needs to be taken care of properly." Lin Nianhe thought for a moment, reminding, "Uncle He, don’t take this the wrong way, but Doctor Zhuang is too aggressive with his medications, it can be too much for patients; plus, he once stubbornly diagnosed Uncle Niu’s common cold as a terminal illness... You understand."

He Aimin, leaning on a walking cane, was somewhat conflicted, "But he’s the only doctor for ten miles around, and we farmers are hardy. Plus, it’s true that people get better quickly after his injections."

Lin Nianhe had nothing to say.

Without widespread medical knowledge, people’s judgment of a doctor’s competence is crudely based on how quickly the illness is cured.

She stared at the sunset, and remembered someone named Su’s "discharge and then dose" policy.