Zhu Yanyi finished seeing her last outpatient patient for the day. She stretched her arms and neck, stepping out into the corridor to relax.
Suddenly, a young man rushed in, carrying a woman on his back. "Doctor! Where is the doctor? My mother fainted suddenly! Help!"
A nurse heard the cry and rushed out. She helped the man lay the woman onto a gurney and wheeled her into the emergency room.
Zhu Yanyi didn’t say anything. She just twisted her neck slightly when Dr. Yang from the emergency room came out. Her eyes lit up when she saw her. "Little Divine Doctor, this patient is tricky. Please help."
Zhu Yanyi raised an eyebrow. "Tricky?"
She walked inside. The woman was already vomiting blood.
Zhu Yanyi’s eyes flashed. She pulled a silver needle from her pocket and inserted it into the patient’s body. The woman collapsed onto the bed. Zhu Yanyi moved to her side, checking her pulse while speaking to Zhang Yan, who followed her.
"Sister Zhang, bring my medicine box."
Zhang Yan nodded and hurried to Zhu Yanyi’s practice chamber to fetch the box.
After checking the pulse, Zhu Yanyi understood the situation. "The patient has liver cancer. Fortunately, it is only mid-stage. It is close to late-stage, but not yet. Otherwise, treatment would be much harder."
"Liver cancer?" The young man froze. She dropped to her knees and kowtowed to Zhu Yanyi. "Doctor, please save my mother."
Zhu Yanyi quickly helped her up. "Stop. Since I am treating her, I will cure her."
She opened the medicine box and took out a porcelain bottle. A nurse had already prepared a glass of warm water. Zhu Yanyi poured out a little water, dropped a black pill into the glass, and stirred it until the pill dissolved.
She asked the nurse to help the woman drink the medicine. Then she said, "Admit this patient. I will be responsible for her treatment."
She looked at Dr. Yang and smiled. "I remember you are interested in tumors. When you are not on duty in the emergency room, you can come help me."
Dr. Yang’s eyes shone. She did study tumors, but compared to Zhu Yanyi, her level was nothing. This was a chance to learn. Overjoyed, she thanked her. "Thank you, Little Divine Doctor."
Zhu Yanyi turned to the young man. "Go handle the admission procedures for your mother."
The man’s hands trembled as she pulled out a stack of small bills. "Can she be admitted first? I will find the money."
She looked shy. She knew her money was not enough, but she would borrow whatever was needed to save her mother.
Zhu Yanyi saw the patches on her clothes and knew she was poor. She thought for a moment and told the nurse, "Admit this patient. I will pay."
She spoke gently to the man. "I am currently researching tumors. Your mother can be an observation case. The medicine she uses will be made by me. So, the hospital fees are on me. However, she can only take my medicine. Do you agree?"
"Will my mother get better?" the man asked hesitantly.
"Yes. But she can only take my medicine," Zhu Yanyi said with a faint smile.
"Okay, I agree." His financial situation left him no room to bargain. This was his only chance.
Dr. Yang sighed with emotion. This family had met a good person. The Little Divine Doctor not only treated them but used her own medicine, which was worth its weight in gold.
Zhu Yanyi told the nurse to handle the admission while she returned to her practice chamber to prepare.
Dr. Yang walked to the man and patted his shoulder. "You are lucky. The Little Divine Doctor’s medicine is priceless."
The man was stunned. "Is the Little Divine Doctor very powerful?"
"Are you not from Jingdu?" Dr. Yang realized the man was not a local. Everyone in Jingdu knew Zhu Yanyi.
The man’s honest face looked confused, but he nodded. "I am not from the city. I am from Binghe City."
People from Binghe City spoke with a similar accent, but the city was about one hundred kilometers away.
"Even in the countryside, you should have heard of the Little Divine Doctor," Dr. Yang insisted stubbornly.
The man blinked. "I know the Little Divine Doctor. Isn’t he thirty or forty years old?"
"Who told you that?" Dr. Yang felt like he was going crazy.
"Everyone in my hometown says so. They know Jingdu has a Little Divine Doctor. But he is called 'Little' because he is the disciple of Divine Doctor Yao. He is a large man in his thirties or forties," the man answered seriously.
"Nonsense," Dr. Yang said, looking exasperated. "She is indeed the disciple of Divine Doctor Yao, but she is a girl under twenty. That is her."
"Huh?" The man looked confused. "Why is your Little Divine Doctor different from the one we heard about? Can she change shapes like Guanyin Bodhisattva?"
Dr. Yang wanted to cry. Change shapes? She was not Sun Wukong. she could only say helplessly, "Just remember, this is the Little Divine Doctor. Our large Jingdu Hospital has no reason to lie to you. Go handle the admission now."
Dr. Yang left quickly. He felt he would go mad if he stayed longer.
News of Zhu Yanyi treating a liver cancer patient spread instantly through Jingdu Hospital, then to other hospitals.
The next day, when Zhu Yanyi arrived for work, she saw representatives from the Military Hospital, Jingdu Tumor Hospital (formerly Jingdu Second Hospital), and several other famous hospitals. She was slightly surprised, but it was expected. She just didn’t think they would come so fast.
"Little Divine Doctor, please let us learn from your treatment of this liver cancer patient," the Vice President of the Military Hospital said directly.
"Yes, Little Divine Doctor, we want to learn too," the President of the Tumor Hospital added.
Zhu Yanyi rubbed her forehead. "Please discuss this with President Gu."
She didn’t want to handle such social matters. Deciding who to teach and who not to teach was easy to offend people. It was better to let Gu Jingtian handle it.