amaotonovel Chapter 403
Chapter 403
In the medical field, Su Jin's reputation spread rapidly, like a new bud sprouting in spring. With his superb medical skills and a sincere heart of a healer, he cured many difficult and complicated diseases, and students flocked to him from all directions, crowding his small clinic.
On a slightly gloomy day, the door of the clinic was suddenly flung open, and a panicked woman rushed in, clutching a crying child tightly in her arms. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice trembled with sobs as she cried, "Doctor, please, save my child!" Su Jin quickly rose and ushered the woman and child inside. The child's small body was covered in strange red spots, irregularly shaped with slightly raised edges, looking quite frightening. The child was crying hysterically, waving its tiny hands wildly in the air.
Su Jin immediately began to carefully examine the child. He first gently touched the child's red spots to feel their temperature and texture, then carefully observed the child's tongue and eyes, and finally took the child's pulse. After the examination, Su Jin's expression became serious. He realized that this was yet another extremely difficult and complicated disease.
Back in his study at the clinic, Su Jin pulled out every medical book he could find and examined them carefully, one by one. The yellowed books piled up on the table, and he read from dawn till dusk, the flickering candlelight illuminating his furrowed brow. However, after searching through all the books, he found no record of this particular illness, let alone any treatment methods.
After careful consideration, Su Jin decided to venture out to find a cure. He inquired everywhere and finally heard that a mysterious spiritual creature grew atop the snow-capped mountains in the far north, which might be able to cure his child's strange illness. Although he knew the journey would be arduous, with the northern mountains covered in ice and snow year-round, bitterly cold, and a harsh environment, Su Jin did not hesitate for a moment and resolutely embarked on his journey.
Along the way, Su Jin endured wind and rain, traveling day and night. When he finally reached the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a chill swept over him, as if freezing him solid. He took a deep breath and began his ascent. The mountain was ravaged by wind and snow, the gale-force winds whipping up blizzards that scraped his face like sharp blades. The path was buried under thick snow, treacherous and difficult to traverse; a single misstep could send him tumbling down the cliff. Several times, Su Jin slipped, sliding towards the edge of the precipice. He could only cling tightly to the rocks with all his might, his fingernails worn raw and bleeding, but he gritted his teeth, relying on his indomitable will to escape danger time and time again.
After an arduous climb of unknown duration, Su Jin finally reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain. In that vast, white world, he saw a shimmering, ethereal object, enveloped in a thin layer of ice, appearing and disappearing indistinctly. Excitedly, Su Jin ran over, carefully retrieved the object, and clutched it tightly in his hand, as if holding onto the very hope of his child's life.
Back at the clinic, Su Jin, disregarding his fatigue from the journey, immediately threw himself into the work of making medicine. He carefully studied the properties of the spirit creature, combining it with other medicinal herbs. After numerous trials and adjustments, he finally created the medicine. He fed the medicine to the child, anxiously observing the child's reaction. Soon after administering the medicine, a miracle occurred: the red spots on the child's body gradually faded, the crying subsided, and the child eventually fell peacefully asleep.
This incident prompted Su Jin to reflect deeply. He realized that relying solely on his own abilities to treat patients was far from sufficient; the inheritance and development of medicine were crucial. Not only must medical skills be passed down, but the properties of these rare medicinal herbs and the methods for treating the illnesses must also be meticulously recorded so that more physicians could benefit from them.
Thus, Su Jin began his work of writing. Every day, he sat at his desk, meticulously recording his medical experiences, the various cases he had encountered, and the methods he had used to treat them. Sometimes, to accurately describe a disease, he would repeatedly recall the patient's symptoms; to record the efficacy of a medicinal herb, he would personally go to the mountains and forests to observe its growing environment. After countless days and nights of hard work, his work was finally completed.
Upon its publication, this book quickly spread throughout the medical community. Physicians from all over eagerly circulated it, treasuring it as a priceless treasure. The nearly lost medical techniques and knowledge of precious medicinal herbs recorded within were preserved and continued, providing invaluable experience and guidance to countless physicians. Su Jin thus truly became an inextinguishable beacon in the medical field; his spirit and writings inspire generations of physicians to continuously strive for higher medical heights and contribute their strength to the cause of human health.
In the gentle flow of time, many years have passed quietly like a fleeting moment. On a sun-dappled day, a tall and upright young doctor walked along the cobblestone path of the small town. His name was Lin Yu, dressed in a simple long robe, carrying a simple bag, and clutching a yellowed medical book tightly in his hand. This medical book was Su Jin's masterpiece, carrying countless medical wisdom and legends.
Filled with deep respect for his predecessor, Su Jin, Lin Yu set foot on this land. After inquiring around, he finally found the former site of Su Jin's clinic, where she had once practiced medicine with great compassion. The scene before him stirred a pang of sorrow in his heart. The once bustling clinic was now dilapidated, its walls crumbling, its wooden beams rotten, and its roof tiles broken and swaying precariously in the wind. Yet, even so, when Lin Yu gently pushed open the creaking wooden door, a sense of solemnity from the past washed over him, as if he could see Su Jin's busy figure diligently treating patients here in the past.
Standing in the courtyard of the clinic, gazing at the dilapidated state, Lin Yu felt a surge of unwavering conviction. He secretly vowed to renovate the place, to breathe new life into this clinic that once embodied the brilliance of medicine. At the same time, he would take Su Jin as his role model, practicing medicine and helping people in this land, carrying on this great mission.
From then on, Lin Yu began his busy repair work. He personally went up the mountain to select timber and worked with the craftsmen to move bricks and stones; every brick, tile, beam, and pillar was infused with his heart and soul. In his spare time, he would open Su Jin's works, eagerly absorbing the knowledge within, and following the guidance in the book, he would treat the patients in the town. His medical skills became increasingly refined, and he successfully saved many people suffering from illness, and his reputation gradually spread throughout the town.
However, the path of practicing medicine is not always smooth. One day, a pale and emaciated patient came to the clinic. After carefully examining him, Lin Yu's heart sank—this was a person suffering from a terminal illness. He hurriedly opened Su Jin's medical book, searching for similar cases.