Setting Up a Stall
The Yellow River still has a clear day, how can people not have a good time to transport?
If the moon is still in the five lakes, I don't have to worry about having nowhere to hook the golden hook.
Hua Tuo had been running around for a day and had visited more than a dozen hospitals, big and small. The events had been different, but the results were the same. No one believed him, even though he had said a lot. In the end, not a single doctor or patient believed what he said. Most people thought he was crazy, and a few thought he was a liar. They would rather let the patient die than give him a chance. Even if he said that he didn't want a single cent, he was only willing to prove that he was indeed a divine doctor and not a lunatic or a liar.
This was human psychology. They would rather give up their own opportunities than give others a chance. The reason why a divine doctor was a divine doctor was that his comprehension was different from ordinary people, his opportunities were different from ordinary people, and his knowledge was different from ordinary people.
It was the same in every industry. Not everyone was suited to be a singer, and not everyone could become a scientist. Similarly, there were countless doctors in the Han Dynasty, and only Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing became medical gods. How many famous doctors had appeared in China's 2,000 years of history?
After Hua Tuo was rejected in the Second People's Hospital of the city, he had just walked out of the hospital. A white-haired old master who looked like an intellectual had probably retired. He greeted Hua Tuo.
"Young man, I see that you are a person with true ability. To tell you the truth, I'm also a doctor at this hospital. I'm retired now. Are you interested in chatting with me?"
"Alright, I don't have a choice anyway.”
"Then let's go and sit on the stool in front.”
The two of them walked to the courtyard of the hospital. There was an open-air steel chair under the shade of the trees. Hua Tuo took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man.
"Come and smoke a cigarette."
" I've quit. You can smoke." Hua Tuo lit a cigarette and took a puff.
"Sigh, if it weren't for saving my parents, I wouldn't have done this.”
"Don't be discouraged. They don't know what's good for them. If it's really like what you said, there will be a chance sooner or later.”
"Why are people like this now?"
"In today's society, there is another most contemptible way of life, and that is that people are smarter and more evolved than in ancient times. However, it was also more short-sighted. They would rather everyone be quacks than have a famous doctor. He would rather everyone be mediocre than to kill a genius. This was why there were so many talents in China. In the end, most of them succeeded in the western free world. The intellectual did not care about the salary, but what they cared about was whether they could be given a chance. Since the reform and opening up, many talents had run away and been lost. Every year, the country would spend hundreds of billions of dollars to fund doctors in the country to engage in scientific research. Decades had passed, but there was still no Nobel Prize winner. People complained that the West was unfair. The judges were all from the western world. It was racial discrimination to be unwilling to give the Nobel Prize in Medicine to a Chinese. Was that really the case? For the past few decades, he had been applying for scientific research projects every year. An ordinary doctor who did not have any position or authority could not even apply for 30,000 yuan a year, but the hospital director and associate hospital director's annual funds exceeded 10 million yuan, and a few leaders took turns to apply for them. It's good that so much money has made a name for itself. It's all plagiarism. There were quite a number of rubbish theses. They did not do anything at all and were all embezzled.”
"I was wondering why the hospital was getting bigger and bigger, with more and more beds and doctors, but why their skills were getting worse and worse.”
"In recent years, the country has discovered this problem. The new leader has tightened the review system, and waste has been greatly reduced. He believed that in the near future, there would be high-quality results.”
"I hope we can stop this evil wind."
"There's still a long way to go. When I was at my post, I encountered many unfair things. I'm a soldier who's been transferred to civilian service. It's because I'm not a native that I'm suppressed and discriminated against everywhere. When I first became a doctor, any department that had critically ill patients or patients with difficult and complicated diseases would report to the director. Every week, the director would organize at least one or two case discussions or consultations. Look at the current situation. The consultation sessions were all for students. Department directors rarely went, let alone department consultations or full-hospital consultations. Who cares about the patient?"
"I went to look for the director, but I couldn't see the sign at all.”
"The hospital director wouldn't dare to hang a sign. If a patient dies, wouldn't the family members look for the hospital director? No one paid attention to the patients in the hospital, and there were always medical accidents. Then, they covered up for each other and hid their true thoughts. In the end, they left it at that.”
"I was wondering why the hospital director didn't hang up his signboard.”
"There are still too few good doctors. Good doctors are made by time and experience. Occasionally, there would be a decent doctor who did not know how to suck up to his superiors, so he would not be valued. There was still a problem with the medical system. Most of the hospital directors were busy with other things, such as going out for inspections, meetings, and traveling abroad. He had no time to care about the patient's life. He did not value the role of the old doctor. Medical treatment was a process of accumulating experience. If you didn't value them, they wouldn't be able to pass on their experience to the younger generation. They thought too highly of the newly graduated Ph.D. and Master's degree students. One or two years after graduation, they would become assistant lecturers and experts. Do they know how to treat patients? The previous hospital director liked to use young people. A 40-year-old hospital director would put a 30-year-old department director in an important position, and a 30-year-old department director would put a doctor in his twenties in an important position. The doctors who were truly experienced and in their fifties were the pillars. However, most of them were now idle. Do you think medical technology can be improved? It would be strange if he didn't die. Nowadays, modern medical equipment was being upgraded very quickly. They all relied on equipment to treat patients. Could they be cured? Therefore, if a small illness was examined, the so-called experts and professors would not be able to diagnose it without the equipment.”
"That makes sense. Poor commoners."
"Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I should go. Leave me your phone number. I have something to ask you.”
"Of course. You're always telling the truth. I didn't know that hospitals are so complicated. Give me your phone. I'll give you my number. Thank you for enlightening me. And opened my cottage. What's your name?"
"My name is Gao Shuren. What about you?"
"Wang Hao, here's your phone. Give me a call and I'll save your number.”
"Alright, goodbye!"
"Goodbye! Grandpa!"
Hua Tuo dragged his tired body back to the rented house. After a day of confrontation, he understood what was privilege, what was ignorance, and what was quality. Tens of thousands of primary school students could not understand the thinking and achievements of a university professor. If the number of people was used to determine the length, then there was no doubt that the few who held the truth would never be able to stand out. Didn't the founder say that the truth was often in the hands of a few people, because it was impossible for everyone to have the brain of a scientist?
Hua Tuo had dinner at the Sichuan restaurant and helped the lady boss clean up the trash. When they were about to close the door, the lady boss asked Hua Tuo.
"How did the interview go today?"
"Don't mention it. The application fee is 1,000 yuan. I only have a few dozen yuan in my pocket and didn't register.”
"Then where have you been all day?"
"Looking for a job."
"Have you found it?"
"No, I'll try again tomorrow."
"If you still can't find one, you can work as a small worker in my small restaurant. How about I give you five thousand a month?"
"We'll see."
Seeing that Hua Tuo was listless and unwilling to speak, the Lady Boss knew that he was upset, so she didn't say anything. She let him go back and rest.
The night passed without a word. The next day, Hua Tuo went out early and had breakfast at a street stall. He went straight to the antique street. Yesterday, he had asked around and found out that there were many street stalls there. There were fortune-tellers, hairstylists, antique sellers, tooth extraction vendors, and watch repair vendors. All of them were targeted at the general public. Hua Tuo seriously considered the gains and losses of the day before. Cheap was not the way out. The cheaper you were, the more he would think that you were a liar. Today, he wanted to change his mind. 100,000 for minor illnesses, 10,000 for major illnesses, and 10,000 for those who were about to die. It was guaranteed that he wouldn't charge if it wasn't good.
When Hua Tuo arrived at the antique street, it was only eight o'clock in the morning. There were not many people around. He took up a small space beside an old man who was reading fortunes and hung a red strip of cloth on the wall.
"A thousand-year legacy, the divine doctor has reappeared. He can cure all diseases and cure them. There are 100,000 minor illnesses, millions of serious illnesses, and tens of millions of people dying.”
The moment the cloth was hung, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone.
"Young man, this is too expensive. Is it really that magical?”The fortune-teller joked. This was exactly what everyone wanted to ask.
"I'm Jiang Taigong Fishing-Willing to take the bait! Without three, two, three, they would not dare to go to Liangshan.”
Hua Tuo didn't have a stool either, so he just stood there. The old fortune-teller lent his small stool to Hua Tuo, and the two of them started chatting.
"Do you think I'm sick?" The old man asked with a smile.
"Grandpa, you didn't say anything sarcastic. You even lent me your stool. I have a problem. I repay a drop of water with a spring. I'll give you a saying,'Appearance comes from the mind'.”
"You said I have heart disease? How could you tell?"
"Chinese medicine mainly focuses on observing, asking, hearing, and feeling. Your face is flushed and the lines on your forehead are twisted. You must have damaged your heart vessels.”
"Can it be cured?" The old man's expression changed. Others might not know, but he knew it very well. Ten years ago, he started having chest tightness and short of breath at night. He went to the hospital for a check-up and was diagnosed with cardiovascular disease. The medicine had never stopped. It was getting more and more serious. In the past three months, it was even more serious. Sometimes, she would feel flustered and short of breath during the day. Western medicine didn't have any good solutions. It was to take medicine.
"Perhaps others can't cure your illness, but it's not difficult for me.”
"Young man, why don't you let me discuss it with my family and give you an answer tomorrow?”
"Alright, you have to hurry up. You still have three months to live. At that time, it would be useless even if he stayed in the hospital. King Yama taught me to die at dawn. How can I postpone it until dawn?”
"Okay, thank you. I know I don't have long to live, and the doctor said it's in the late stages. There was no good solution. I, a dying man, will also give you a divination.‘He will definitely meet a noble person within three days. You are a man of great fortune. Your misfortune is about to pass, and a red light has appeared on your forehead.”
"Thanks for your kind words, we can be considered to be fated. I'll treat your illness at half price. This was the only case. Don't set up your stall. Go back and have a good rest."
"Give me your phone number."
"Alright, I'll write it down on this note.”Hua Tuo wrote down the phone number and handed it to the old man.
"Then I'll be leaving. I'll give you the stool. You can take my seat. No one will chase you away.”The old man packed up his clothes, said goodbye to Hua Tuo, and slowly left.
The people around them slowly dispersed. Hua Tuo sat in the old man's seat and closed his eyes to rest. After an unknown period of time, someone suddenly spoke. His voice was quite loud.
"Let's go, Biao Younger Sister, stop looking. It's all a trick of a liar." A 170cm tall, fat young man shouted. Hua Tuo opened his eyes and saw four people standing in front of him, two men and two women. The person who spoke was a 24 or 25 year old man, and there was a 18 or 19 year old young man. His lips were red and his teeth were white, about 180cm. There were also two girls. One of them was wearing a white dress. She was about 20 years old and 168cm tall. It was plump and somewhat similar to that youth's appearance. The other was around 17 or 18 years old, wearing a yellow T-shirt and a blue short skirt. Her petite figure was youthful and beautiful. The two women were both beautiful. The older girl said,"
"Cousin, I'm just taking a look. This person is so arrogant. Maybe he has a way to cure grandfather's illness. Anyway, there was nothing he could do now. Several well-known experts had already diagnosed him and said that his grandfather had at most a month to live. If grandfather is no longer around, our family will definitely decline to a second-rate family.”
"Even so, we can't just randomly ask a street vendor to treat him. What if something goes wrong?”
"Let's give it a try. There's no loss even if we can't cure it.”
"I think we can give it a try. I support Big Sister's opinion.”the youth said.
"Grandpa didn't think of anything. Even the foreign experts have seen it.”
"Just because Western medicine can't do it doesn't mean Chinese medicine can't. Chinese medicine was profound and profound, and it was not something that Western medicine could compare to. China had a history of more than 2,000 years, but how old was Western medicine? Was it 200 years?”I also support Sister Xu's opinion." The little girl also advised.
"Don't say anymore. I'll make the decision.”The girl in the white dress said,"
"Can brain tumors be treated?"
"Is it malignant or benign?"
"It's malignant and can't be operated on. The effects of chemotherapy and radiation are not good. Now, she was in a coma for most of the time and could no longer eat. She was mainly maintained by infusion. The experts said that she would not be able to do it for a month at most.”The girl choked.
"It shouldn't be a problem to save his life. It's hard to say if he can walk or not. At the very least, he can protect himself for two years. If the effect is good, it's possible to protect him for five years. I should be able to wake up." Hua Tuo said confidently.
"Don't brag. If you can't be cured, I'll take your life.”The fat man said angrily.
"What are you talking about? I don't have to treat you. You're the ones who begged me to save my life and want my life. Let me tell you bluntly, I'm the only one in the world who can cure your grandfather's illness. 100 million. It's up to you."
"Why don't you go rob them!"
"Shut up. Since when did you have the right to make decisions about our family?”The girl scolded the man rudely.
"Sir, don't be angry. My cousin is like that. He can't make the decision. 100 million was no problem. We can accept the results, good or bad. Come with us."
Medicine does not kill people, but it can save people with life.
It is difficult to cure a man who has lost his life.
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