jdhmnovel Chapter 378
Chapter 378
It turned out that the old man was suffering from an extremely rare disease. The symptoms of this disease were bizarre and the course of the disease was complicated. Many renowned doctors shook their heads and sighed after seeing the old man's condition, helpless.
The old man sought medical help everywhere, but could not find a cure, and his condition worsened day by day.
After listening to the old man's story, Ye Jingchu and Xingluo frowned and their expressions became serious. They knew that this would be an unprecedented challenge, but their mission and sense of responsibility as doctors made them decide without hesitation to work together to treat the old man.
In the days that followed, Ye Jingchu and Xingluo immersed themselves in a vast sea of ancient books. They spent their days busy in the clinic's library, searching through yellowed medical texts for any potentially useful clues. Some of these books had paper so fragile it would crumble at the slightest touch; others had illegible characters, requiring considerable time and effort to decipher. But they were undeterred, turning page after page, leaving no possible treatment method unexplored. They also tried various treatments, from traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions to acupuncture and massage, each method carefully researched and cautiously tested. However, despite their tremendous efforts, the old man's condition showed no improvement, and even seemed to be worsening.
This plunged Ye Jingchu and Xingluo into a deep predicament, causing them unprecedented pressure and anxiety. Every night, while the world slept, they remained in the clinic, painstakingly studying the old man's medical records and various medical books, their brows furrowed, their eyes revealing exhaustion and helplessness. They discussed the illness and analyzed treatment plans time and again, but they could never find the crux of the problem.
Just when they were at their wits' end and almost in despair, Xingluo suddenly remembered a folk remedy he had heard about during a long journey. In a remote mountain village, an old hunter had recounted how the local villagers had cured a similar intractable disease using a special herb and unique treatment methods. A glimmer of hope flashed in Xingluo's eyes, and he excitedly shared his idea with Ye Jingchu. Ye Jingchu listened and fell into deep thought. He knew that this folk remedy had not been systematically medically verified and carried certain risks, but at this point, there was no better option; it was worth a try. After careful consideration, Ye Jingchu finally approved of Xingluo's bold idea.
So they immediately sprang into action. Xingluo, relying on her memory, inquired everywhere about the location where the special herb grew, tirelessly traversing mountains and valleys in search of it. Ye Jingchu, on the other hand, meticulously studied the specific procedures of the folk remedy, repeatedly scrutinizing every detail to ensure the safety and effectiveness of the treatment. After finding the herb, they carefully treated the elderly man according to the folk remedy. They were cautious and focused on every step, daring not to be careless in the slightest.
A miracle occurred! After arduous treatment, the old man's symptoms miraculously began to improve. His complexion gradually became rosy, and his spirits improved. Ye Jingchu and Xingluo watched the old man's condition improve day by day, their hearts filled with joy and relief. They knew their efforts had not been in vain; they had finally succeeded in saving a life.
This experience made Ye Jingchu and Xingluo deeply realize that the treasure trove of medicine is inexhaustible. Besides the classic medical techniques passed down through generations, many unknown medical treasures await their discovery. These folk remedies, though perhaps not rigorously verified by modern medicine, contain the wisdom and experience of the working people and possess unique value. Therefore, the master and apprentice decided that in the days to come, they would continue practicing medicine to relieve the suffering of those tormented by illness, while embarking on a journey to explore the scattered treasures of folk medicine. They hoped to collect and organize these precious medical resources, allowing more people to benefit from the rich and diverse medical techniques, continuing to explore and advance on the path of medicine, and contributing their strength to the cause of human health.
After overcoming the rare and incurable disease and successfully curing the mysterious old man, Ye Jingchu and Xingluo became even more determined to explore the treasures of medicine among the people. In the days that followed, carrying their bags and filled with enthusiasm and longing for unknown medical techniques, they resolutely embarked on a journey to visit various remote villages. Every mountain and river, every village bore the marks of their exploration. Along the way, they endured wind and rain, sleeping in the open, yet never uttered a single complaint or wavered.
On this day, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows. As night fell, Chu and Xingluo followed the winding mountain road to an ancient and tranquil town. Stepping into the town, a rustic yet mysterious atmosphere enveloped them; the mottled walls and ancient stone paths spoke of the vicissitudes of time. The two had barely stopped at the town's market when they heard of a young boy in town suffering from a strange illness. According to the villagers, the boy's condition was extremely bizarre; sometimes he was as cold as frost, his skin chilling to the bone, as if he were in a frozen wasteland; other times he was as hot as burning coals, his body temperature alarmingly high, as if a raging fire burned within him.
Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchu and Xingluo's eyes immediately revealed the concern and sense of mission of healers. Ignoring their fatigue from the journey, they hurried towards the boy's home. When they entered the boy's room, they saw him lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling incessantly. Sometimes he was so cold his teeth chattered, and other times he was so hot his face was flushed, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The two quickly approached the bedside, carefully observing the boy's symptoms and using various diagnostic methods they had learned to examine him. However, after a thorough examination, they discovered that the boy's condition was unprecedented, and conventional diagnostic methods were completely ineffective, leaving them deeply perplexed.
Just as they were preparing to delve deeper into folk remedies, attempting to find a breakthrough through the unique local treatments, they were obstructed by the townspeople. A group of villagers surrounded them, their eyes filled with vigilance and hostility. An elderly man at the head of the group said sternly, "You outsiders, don't interfere too much in our affairs. Here, there's an ancient taboo that outsiders interfering too much in the patients' affairs is an ominous act that will bring disaster to the entire village." Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchu and Xingluo felt a chill run down their spines, but they did not give up.
As night fell, he stepped forward and said sincerely to the villagers, "Fellow villagers, we understand your concerns and worries."