My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence-Chapter 107 - How Dare He Open A Clinic? Is He Looking For Trouble?
Chapter 107: How Dare He Open A Clinic? Is He Looking For Trouble?
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Clarence frowned. âWho said I was inserting needles at random? I can save him.â
Trevor grabbed Clarenceâs hand tightly and would not let go. âHorseplay! This is pure horseplay!
âIâve never heard of treating polio with silver needles.
âYou canât save him by poking randomly like that. Youâll only kill him.â
Clarence broke free from Trevor. âHow do you know Iâll kill him?
âLet go. I can save him!â
Trevor stepped forward again and grabbed Clarence by the wrist.. âWho can you save? Listen to me and take him to the hospital. He still has a chance of surviving this!â
âLet go!â
âI wonât let go. I canât watch you disregard human life!â
âYou old fogey.â
Clarence anxiously looked at the boy in the chair.
The little boy was in critical condition right now.
If they did not treat him right away, there was really no way he would survive.
However, that old fogey, Trevor, somehow still had the strength to hold onto Clarence, so Clarence dared not resist too hard. What if he failed to save the little one and hurt the elderly man?
âGrandma... It hurts...â
Suddenly, the little boy shouted.
The old lady hurriedly knelt on the ground. âOld sir, I beg you to let the doctor try.
âMy grandson will die of pain if he doesnât get treatment soon.â
Trevorâs heart softened at the sight of the old lady kneeling, so he reluctantly let go of Clarenceâs arm.
Clarence quickly stepped forward and firmly stabbed the needle into the boyâs spine. He inserted two more needles and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
âWhew. Itâs not too late. The virus is temporarily under control. Iâve forced it into his stomach. Heâll be fine after drinking some traditional medicine.â
Trevor was surprised to see the boy, who had been twitching and foaming at the mouth earlier, sit up. âHow is this possible? Can polio be treated with acupuncture?â
âBaby!â
The old lady burst into tears of joy and held her grandson in her arms.
âGood job!â
Clap clap clap! The patients who followed Clarence from Humanity Hall applauded him at the sight of the spectacle.
âGrandma, donât cry. Iâm alright.â The little boy was very sensible and reached out his hand to wipe the old ladyâs tears away.
The old lady knelt next to her grandson. âThank you, Doctor.â
Clarence hurried to help her up. âDonât mention it, Grandma. Itâs my duty to cure illnesses and save lives.â
The old lady thanked him. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and spread it out to reveal a lot of cash scattered inside. They were all in the form of fifty cents coins and one dollar notes.
Ten dollars was the largest note present among the cash.
âHow much is it, Doctor?
âI donât have much money here. Only a total of two hundred seventy-five dollars and thirty cents. Take it first.
âIâll go smash iron pots and sell them as scrapped iron to make up the rest of the bill.â The old lady handed Clarence the money.
Clarence smiled faintly. âThe consultationâs only thirty dollars. Four doses of traditional medicine add up to one hundred and twenty dollars.
âThatâs a total of one hundred and fifty dollars. Grandma, you would still have plenty of money left. đđŤeđwâŻđŻđđźŃľđl.đođ
âHowever, everythingâs free today, so thereâs no charge.
âKeep the money and put it away carefully. Go back and buy something delicious for your grandson.â
âNo charge?â The old lady froze in place.
Clarence nodded. âYes, thereâs no charge.â
The old lady tried to kneel and kowtow to Clarence again when she heard him confirm that. This time, Clarence rushed forward to stop her.
âThis young man really is ethical!â
âYeah! Unlike Humanity Hall across from here. A lonely elderly lady took her grandson there to cure him of an illness that costs only one hundred and fifty dollars in Thirteen Hall, yet Humanity Hall asked for twenty thousand dollars.â
âHumanity Hall makes dirty money! Bah!â
âIâve long had a problem with those sisters at Humanity Hall. They know nothing, yet they still boss around the place, looking so mean.â
âSince Thirteen Hall is free today, why donât we give this young doctor here a try?â
Many patients nodded.
Clarence ignored their discussion. He walked to the table, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Trevor.
Trevor froze as he looked at Clarenceâs prescription.
Clarence smiled faintly. âOld Hughes, what are you waiting for? Fill the prescription.â
âHmph!â
Trevor snorted coldly. Without retorting Clarence, he quietly went behind the counter and started filling the prescription.
Trevor would have given Clarence a piece of his mind if he had not seen Clarence cure that little boy.
After filling the prescription, the old lady took her grandson and left with gratitude.
Clarence sat back in an old-fashioned wooden armchair, ready to give consultations.
Several patients raced over. âDoctor, is it really free?â
Clarence nodded. âItâs free today, but Iâll start charging money tomorrow.â
âAlright. Doctor, whatâs wrong with me?â A middle-aged man sat across from Clarence.
Clarence gave the man a quick look. âYouâve overworked yourself. There are varying degrees of damage to your kidneys, liver, and stomach. You probably get a lot of back pain in the middle of the night. If Iâm not mistaken, do you do manual labor?â
The middle-aged manâs eyes lit up. âAmazing. How did you know, Doctor?
âIâm a migrant worker and have been working on construction sites for seven or eight years now. Iâve been working overtime for the past six months, and my health has been getting worse day by day. Iâve gone to a major hospital for consultation. They asked me to rest for three months and see what happens after that.
âThey also asked me to rest in the hospital. How am I supposed to do that?â
Clarence picked up his pen. âIâll prescribe you some medicine. I need you to go home and rest. No more overtime these days, and youâd better have two days off every month.
âYour health matters most.â
âOkay, I can take two days off a month.â The middle-aged man was happy.
A dozen more patients took turns to come forward, and Clarence diagnosed them all with ease.
âYouâve caught a cold. Itâs just a minor cold, not a big issue.â
âItâs no issue. Your biggest problem is staying up late. Youâve overworked your liver. You may die if you keep staying up late.â
âYour kidneys are weak. Stop masturbating so much.
âYouâd better find a girlfriend if you can.â
âYou have sciatica. Life lies in movement.
âGet up and walk around more, or you may become paralyzed when youâre old.â
âYour illness...â
The more Trevor watched, the more scared he became.
He realized that Clarence did not need to ask patients about their symptoms or even take their pulse.
He could tell the patientsâ condition just by looking at them.
Not to mention, Clarence did not just prescribe medicine randomly. Trevor filled the prescriptions himself, so he knew there was no problem with the dosages and the medicines targeting those illnesses.
While Clarence was giving consultations, Belle looked sullen in Humanity Hall, across from the clinic. âWhatâs going on? Is the boy dead or not?
âAlso, why havenât those nosy patients come back?â
Humanity Hall would not be able to function until the patients came back. The staff and attending doctors were sitting and idly chatting to one another.
Melody was about to walk out of Humanity Hall and go to Thirteen Hall to see what was going on.
She had just walked out of Humanity Hall when she spotted a couple of Food and Drug Administration cars parked outside Thirteen Hall. Her eyes lit up immediately. âBelle, great. The FDAâs here.â
âI almost forgot that Clarence doesnât even have a medical license. How dare he open a clinic? Is he looking for trouble?â