Yan Aohan’s lips twitched slightly. "It’s fine. In a couple of days, I’ll give you some special training. There’s a shooting range in this pavilion. Since you can hit the nine-ring, I can teach you to hit the ten-ring. Don’t worry." He added casually, "Actually, even if you hit someone, it’s okay. I’m here."
"You~" Zhu Yanyi was speechless. "You need to know I am a doctor. I value human life very much."
"I value human life too," Yan Aohan said seriously. "But some people’s lives aren’t saved just because you care. You are only one person. You cannot save everyone in the world. Ani, remember, you study medicine because your heart wants to save people. But the whole world is not your responsibility alone."
Zhu Yanyi paused, surprised. "Why do you say that?"
Yan Aohan smiled faintly. "I once heard someone say that for a healer, treating patients is the lowest level. Ani, what is a doctor? A doctor treats life. Not only humans have life, but nations have life, and even the sky has life. That is why there is a saying: lower doctors treat people, middle doctors treat nations, and higher doctors treat the sky."
Zhu Yanyi frowned slightly. She felt she had heard this theory somewhere before, but she had ignored it at the time. She hadn’t expected Yan Aohan to bring it up now. Did she do something wrong by treating people?
Seeing Zhu Yanyi’s confused expression, Yan Aohan knew she was struggling. She smiled gently. "You are not wrong. Right now, you can indeed only treat people. But Ani, your ability to treat people is limited. Don’t push yourself too hard."
Treating people, nations, and the sky. Zhu Yanyi thought for a moment. "I heard Grandpa Yao talk about the Medical God. Is she called that because she can treat the sky?"
Yan Aohan’s eyes were full of tenderness. "You must find that answer yourself. I am not the one who controls life and death. So, what truly defines a Medical God, you must discover on your own."
"Okay, that’s for the future. Telling me this now doesn’t help," Zhu Yanyi said. She easily put aside anything she couldn’t understand right now. Yan Aohan laughed helplessly. "You are right. Your main focus now is treating people. So you still need to understand what it means to treat people."
Zhu Yanyi smiled, her whole person seeming bright. "Treating people means healing ordinary folks. But people are different. I don’t treat everyone. At least, I won’t treat people I think are bad."
Yan Aohan was stunned for a second, then laughed heartily. "Yes, yes. You treat the people you believe deserve it. I overthought it." He chuckled softly. "Indeed, your understanding is still sharp."
"What?" Yan Aohan’s last sentence was very quiet, almost a murmur, so Zhu Yanyi didn’t hear it clearly.
"Nothing," Yan Aohan smiled. "Since you feel you have treated those who should be treated, don’t worry about what happened this time. I don’t have many other skills, but I can help you clean up the mess."
"What are you saying? Clean up what mess? Use polite words," Zhu Yanyi’s face turned red. Hearing a grown man say "clean up the mess" made her shy, even though she didn’t mean it literally.
Yan Aohan realized his slip of the tongue and coughed. "Actually, I didn’t mean to say that. But the consequences of this matter still need to be dealt with."