Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 127 - 127 127 Isn't This Misleading the Young

127: Chapter 127: Isn’t This Misleading the Young?

127: Chapter 127: Isn’t This Misleading the Young?

After Zhong Yuanliang crashed to the ground, he dazedly rubbed his head and then got up from the ground, sitting there with a blank look in his eyes.

After a long while, Zhong Yuanliang’s eyes regained clarity.

Looking at Qin Han, who lay in the Taishi Chair with a calm expression, the young master Zhong immediately became like a docile lamb, picking up the broom and starting to clean.

He finally understood why the old man had stopped talking, not because he couldn’t judge if he could take ten moves from Qin Han, but because he didn’t want to admit he was a fool.

Watching Zhong Yuanliang start to clean, Qin Han smiled faintly, appreciating that the boy could take things as they come—a good trait.

Before his power had grown strong, any resistance in front of an enemy was futile, so rather than making useless efforts, it was better to go back and work hard.

The patients arrived earlier than usual that day, and Qin Han also began treating them, instructing Zhang Yalin to prepare the medicines.

Unlike the day before, every time he asked Zhang Yalin to prepare medicine, he would simply explain the role of a certain herb in the prescription.

Zhong Yuanliang and Patient No.

3 were in charge of guarding the door.

No.

3, frowning, asked, “What were you thinking, challenging Mr.

Qin?”

“I must have got my head caught in a door last night…” a dejected Zhong Yuanliang responded.

As the number of patients at the clinic dwindled, just as Qin Han looked at the last patient and was about to take a break, Sun Pinghui arrived at the clinic.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down in the hall of the clinic.

“Doctor Qin, with such high-level medical skills, why do you insist on staying in this place?” Sun Pinghui said with a smile.

“Mr.

Sun, please state your business,” Qin Han said plainly.

Qin Han was never one for pleasantries.

It was better to speak directly, to save time that could be better spent reading medical texts.

Sun Pinghui felt a bit awkward, not expecting Qin Han to be so forthright.

“I would like Doctor Qin to hold the position of honorary professor at the Traditional Chinese Medicine University and promote the greatness of traditional medicine,” Sun Pinghui said earnestly.

“How could my modest abilities qualify me to be a university professor?

You jest, Mr.

Sun,” Qin Han said calmly.

Sun Pinghui frowned, “Doctor Qin, traditional medicine is currently waning, and we need talents like you to foster more talent so that traditional medicine can truly flourish.”

“Mr.

Sun, I, Qin Han, do not hold such grand ambitions; I’m content merely with running my own clinic.

Please don’t hold me in such high regard,” Qin Han said coolly.

For Qin Han, aside from Song Yuwei and Mingming, everything else was just passing clouds.

He had his own matters to attend to, and wouldn’t waste time in a small place like Jiangcheng.

But he couldn’t say that out loud.

“Mr.

Qin!” Sun Pinghui suddenly raised his voice, causing some surprise in Qin Han.

Seeing Qin Han’s reaction, Sun Pinghui said somewhat angrily, “The ancients said, ‘In poverty, one should seek to be virtuous in oneself; in prosperity, one should seek to bring benefit to all.’ Are you lacking in money, Mr.

Qin?”

“I’m not.”

“Are you lacking in possessions?”

“I’m not!”

“Then why would you rather stay hidden away in this tiny clinic, living a carefree life?” Sun Pinghui rose to his feet and said sternly.

Qin Han truly couldn’t fathom what had gotten Sun Pinghui so irritated.

Just because he had achieved some success in medicine, did that mean he must teach?

Sighing inwardly, Qin Han also stood up, with his hands clasped behind his back, and faced Sun Pinghui, “Mr.

Sun, let me ask you, what is the purpose of studying medicine?”

Sun Pinghui had not expected Qin Han to ask him this question.

After pondering for a moment, he said, “Learning medicine is naturally for curing the sick and saving lives!”

“Good, since you know that, let me ask you another question.

What am I doing right now?” Qin Han looked at Sun Pinghui and said calmly.

“Um?” Sun Pinghui frowned at Qin Han’s question.

Exactly!

Qin Han was indeed curing the sick and saving lives right now!

“No, don’t try to drag me into this.

With your medical skills, you shouldn’t be staying in this small clinic – you should be going to bigger places to shine and radiate heat.” Sun Pinghui looked at Qin Han and said stubbornly.

“Where should I go, then?

How many people can one person save?” Qin Han pressed further.

Sun Pinghui was somewhat annoyed but there was a pleading tone in his voice, “You could teach disciples.

The more disciples you teach, isn’t it possible to heal more people, and won’t our traditional Chinese medicine prosper further?

The number of sick people in the world would decrease.

You should not stay out of it here!”

“My path in medicine is still incomplete and needs to be tested and refined.

If I were to teach others now, wouldn’t I risk leading them astray?” Qin Han shook his head and said.

“Then why did you take Yaoyang as your disciple?

Isn’t that taking on a disciple?” Sun Pinghui was furious after hearing this.

From the medical competition the day before yesterday, he felt that not only were Qin Han’s medical skills extraordinary, but his character was also above reproach.

Sun An himself had not realized the truths in the words spoken to him.

But today, he had not expected Qin Han to be such a petty individual.

Clearly capable of teaching disciples, he was unwilling to impart his medical skills to more people.

Although he knew his own thoughts might be too demanding, Sun Pinghui felt that once someone had reached a certain level, they should do things at that level.

He himself was the honorary president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine University and every week he would explain the Sun family’s traditional medical skills to students in open lectures, never holding back.

Alas, his own grasp of the Medicine King’s legacy was merely scratching the surface and utterly insufficient to instruct better students.

Even his own grandson, Sun An, he had not taught well, or else the incident of Sun An challenging others would not have occurred.

“Old Sun, I only take a few disciples.

Even if my path in medicine is wrong, it would only mislead a few, and there’s still a chance to mend the fold after a sheep is lost.

But if I were to lecture in a hall, the impact produced would not be something that can be resolved in a short period of time,” Qin Han sighed and looked piercingly at Sun Pinghui.

“This?” Hearing Qin Han’s words, Sun Pinghui did not know what to say.

Not yet complete?

Misguiding the young?

In his view, Qin Han’s medical skills were already miraculous.

There were only two possible reasons for Qin Han to say such a thing:

One is that he didn’t want his medical skills to be learned by others, hoarding secrets!

The second is that this man has a pathological pursuit of perfection in matters and a serious sense of responsibility.

Although this was only the second time he met Qin Han, Sun Pinghui’s judgment of character was not wrong, and Qin Han was definitely not the petty type.

“Given these circumstances, it seems I have imposed on you, sir,” Sun Pinghui bowed respectfully.

Having said this, Sun Pinghui stepped towards the door to leave.

However, Qin Han watched Sun Pinghui’s dejected figure departing and felt a twinge of guilt.

Although his words were righteous, at the end of the day, there was still a touch of selfishness in them, for he had his own affairs to take care of.

Although he had personal motives, the Dragon Nation had a heritage of five thousand years, and the one thing it never lacked was remarkable geniuses.

What made Qin Han think he could carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine all by himself?

Helping the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association to impress, surpassing Korean medicine for the honor of Chinese medicine, he could step in, but did this prove his path in medicine to be complete?

Why did Qin Han never boast of being a miraculous doctor or a national hand, but rather call himself merely a Doctor?

It was because his path in medicine was still incomplete.