Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 283 - 277 visitors came to the door asking for help

Wang Jian was naturally unaware of the situation in Beijing, enjoying a comfortable stay in his hometown.

However, ever since the documentary aired, more and more people had been flocking to his clinic. There were even visitors from neighboring cities who, instead of going to their own City Hospitals, came all the way to his small mountain village. As a result, the village had become much busier over the past few days.

The small courtyard in front of the clinic was filled with people. Although it was noisy, everyone voluntarily kept order. A small place like this might lack sophistication, but its unwritten rules were all the more important.

"It's wonderful that your village has a doctor like Doctor Wang."

"You're not from around here?"

"No, I came specifically after seeing him on TV."

"Then you've come to the right place. Doctor Xiao Wang might look young, but he's far more skilled than any of those famous doctors in the province."

"Everyone who's seen him says so."

"Curing the most difficult illnesses for the least amount of money."

"If I go to a big hospital, I'll spend at least several hundred on medicine and tests. I might even have to go back multiple times, and the travel costs add up."

"It's so much more convenient here. Most issues are resolved in a single visit, and the treatment is effective immediately—most of the time, you don't even need medication."

"For ordinary folks like us, this simplicity is all we could ask for."

"Exactly. Seeing a doctor is such a hassle these days. For some illnesses, I'd rather just try to tough it out than bother finding a doctor."

"You've got that right."

The group chatted happily, not at all bothered by the wait that stretched from morning into the afternoon. They had experienced far worse at the big hospitals.

It wasn't just the waiting. Securing an appointment sometimes required trying to book half a month in advance, with no guarantee of success. Once you finally saw the doctor, they would barely say a few words before handing you a bill for tests. Then you'd have to schedule those tests, and if it was busy, you couldn't get them done on the same day. For more serious illnesses, you'd need a follow-up with a specialist after the tests, which required booking another appointment half a month in advance.

The entire process to diagnose and treat a single illness could take the better part of a month. This ordeal was a torment for patients, both psychologically and physically. For those who had to travel from out of town, the constant back-and-forth was even worse.

Here with Wang Jian, however, illnesses that required all sorts of tests elsewhere could see immediate results with a single acupuncture treatment. Even if a follow-up visit was necessary, the matter would be resolved that same day, with no delays.

For the patients, this was a true blessing. Their only hope was that not too many people would discover this place, allowing them to continue enjoying this good fortune.

Just as they were talking, a roaring sound echoed from nearby. Some realized it was an aircraft, and it was flying low. But what would an aircraft be doing in a small mountain village like this?

Not only did the people in the courtyard stand up to look for the source, but villagers all over came out of their houses, all looking toward the sky where the sound originated. After a few seconds, several black dots appeared in the distance. Before long, the dots grew larger, revealing several aircraft.

First, two escort jets streaked across the sky, followed by two approaching helicopters. Just as everyone wondered why helicopters would appear here, they hovered over the courtyard. One landed in the parking area, while the other, with nowhere to land, flew off.

While everyone was still confused, a group of people in white coats emerged from the landed helicopter. Some of them were carrying a stretcher and ran toward the clinic. The patient on the stretcher was twitching sporadically, a frightening sight. Faced with such a scene, the curious onlookers instinctively parted to clear a path.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't that a hospital emergency team? Why are they bringing someone here?"

Some recognized the situation, but that only deepened their confusion.

"Look, those doctors are from Beijing. The name on their coats is from a hospital in the Capital."

"No way... those aircraft are from the military district."

"The military district? I thought it was a medical emergency."

"You don't get it. The doctors and the patient are here for an emergency, but the aircraft are military."

"God, who is this person that they need the military to clear the way for them?"

"Why would someone like that come to a place like this?"

"Exactly! Isn't this little mountain village just a place for us common folk?"

"Looks like our Doctor Wang is the real deal. Even important people from the Capital are seeking him out."

"But what's wrong with that person? He's shivering uncontrollably. It's a bit scary."

"Epilepsy?"

"They wouldn't transfer someone all the way from the Capital for epilepsy."

"If it were epilepsy, they definitely wouldn't have brought him here. Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"He's possessed!"

"Nonsense! Who still believes in possessions in this day and age?"

There was certainly plenty of nonsense being spoken. Zhang Cheng and Xu Changqing arrived just then. Their helicopter had landed elsewhere, and they had driven the rest of the way. They happened to overhear the crowd's speculation about possessions.

Zhang Cheng shook his head, offering a rare complaint. "It seems our public education system still has some gaps."

"You can't really say that," Old Chen interjected. "People tend to attribute things they don't understand to the supernatural. Besides, even those doctors can't figure this out. I'd wager some of them secretly think he's been cursed."

Before they even entered, Xu Changqing took the opportunity to give his apprentice a heads-up, following Old Chen's train of thought. "Actually, being 'cursed' isn't necessarily supernatural. It might just be something that medical science hasn't caught up to yet."

Zhang Cheng nodded in agreement. "It's an unsolved scientific mystery, but that's no reason to resort to ghosts and spirits."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clinic door opened from the inside, and the previous patient walked out, cured. Through the open doorway, they could see members of the National Medical Group arguing with Wang Jian. The one leading the argument was Sun Fu.

He was scolding, "You're spouting nonsense to mislead people! As a doctor, how can you endanger a patient with such heresy!"

Sun Fu raised a hand, pointing at Wang Jian and berating him relentlessly. The group of doctors beside him also wore grim expressions.

Wang Jian, however, simply stood beside the emergency patient from Beijing, his expression placid and completely unfazed by Sun Fu's denunciation.

He spoke slowly, "This man is suffering from Soul Loss Syndrome. Do you acknowledge that?"

Sun Fu's hand froze in mid-air. His expression was conflicted, but he eventually nodded. "It is Soul Loss Syndrome. I already administered the correct prescription for it. He did wake up, but this morning he suddenly became like this."

"Judging by his symptoms, the prescription was indeed correct. The patient's life force has been stimulated," Wang Jian said. He glanced at Sun Fu. The man had made a terrible first impression; despite it being their first meeting, there was a sense of animosity. Still, Wang Jian was surprised that he actually knew the prescription for Soul Loss Syndrome.

"However, it's missing a medicine," Wang Jian said with a smile. "It seems you have the prescription, but not the method for what comes after."

"What do you mean?"

Not only was Sun Fu baffled by this remark, but even the resentful doctors looked on with curiosity, waiting to hear what Wang Jian would say next.