Chapter 66

When Wu Qingsheng heard Lin Xiaoqing's greeting, he stood up from his chair and, looking at the dignified and graceful Lin Xiaoqing, without even glancing at the gift she brought, he replied with satisfaction: "You, my child, coming to visit us at home, my wife and I are already very happy. Why did you even buy a gift? I will accept this gift on behalf of my wife, but this is just this once, no more in the future!"

Although Lin Xiaoqing was very confident, she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous because it concerned her and Wu Potian's happiness. However, when she saw that Wu Potian's parents were quite satisfied with her, her heart, which had been hanging high, finally relaxed. She immediately replied: "Yes! Uncle! I will listen to you."

Wu Qingsheng nodded in satisfaction and instructed Wu Potian, who was standing nearby: "Xiao Tian! There are many people here. Take Xiaoqing and Huzi upstairs to sit for a while. When it's time for dinner, I'll have your mother call you."

As Wu Potian walked into the backyard, Wu Qingsheng suddenly remembered the middle-aged man who had come to seek medical help. He immediately called out: "Xiao Tian! There's a gentleman who came all the way from the provincial capital to see you. Take Xiaoqing upstairs to sit for a while, and then come down to help this gentleman."

Wu Potian, hearing Wu Qingsheng's instructions, remembered the middle-aged man he had saved on the plane. Normally, based on the principle of a doctor's benevolence, Wu Potian would definitely treat the patient immediately. However, thinking about the middle-aged man's reaction on the plane, Wu Potian hesitated for a moment before leading Lin Xiaoqing to the backyard.

When Lin Xiaoqing and Wang Hu learned that a patient had come all the way from the provincial capital to see Wu Potian, they were undoubtedly very surprised. Lin Xiaoqing stopped and said to Wu Potian in a gentle voice: "Potian! There are so many people in the clinic, and your aunt is preparing lunch for us. I think Uncle might be too busy. Why don't you go to the front to help your uncle, and I'll go help your aunt prepare lunch."

Hearing Lin Xiaoqing's words, Wu Potian thought about the patients sitting in the clinic and finally nodded. He instructed Wang Hu: "Huzi! Take Xiaoqing to my room to sit for a while. I'll go to the front to help my father."

Wu Potian walked back into the clinic and saw the middle-aged man standing up. He immediately remembered the man's ungrateful behavior on the plane, and with a stern face, he mocked: "Sir! Didn't you think I was a fraud that day? Why did you come to me today?"

The middle-aged man, hearing Wu Potian's mockery, recalled his behavior on the plane. He didn't know why, but seeing Wu Potian's youth, he had ignored the fact that Wu Potian had saved him, which he deeply regretted. He apologized to Wu Potian: "Doctor Wu! I'm sorry! I was wrong on the plane. I shouldn't have judged you by your appearance and doubted your medical skills. After I learned about the situation on the plane, I deeply regretted my actions. That's why I came here to apologize to you. I hope you can forgive my rash behavior that day."

After experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships in Yanjing, Wu Potian was very clear that sometimes even close relatives could have conflicts over interests, let alone ordinary people. The middle-aged man had humbled himself and come from the provincial capital, clearly because of Wu Potian's medical skills. Wu Potian naturally didn't give him a good face, and coldly replied: "Since you came to apologize, your purpose has been achieved. I saved you that day purely out of a doctor's instinct. You can go now."

The middle-aged man, hearing Wu Potian's response, was clearly taken aback. However, when he thought about his behavior that day, he understood Wu Potian's reaction. He immediately smiled and said: "Doctor Wu! Do you think there's any hope of curing my illness?"

Wu Potian, hearing the middle-aged man's words, replied expressionlessly: "I remember that day you seemed to doubt my medical skills. If that's the case, why did you come to see me again?"

The middle-aged man, who had been very tactful in his doubts about Wu Potian's medical skills, quickly explained when he heard Wu Potian's question: "Doctor Wu! You misunderstood. You see, every time I regain consciousness after an episode, I experience a brief period of confusion, which is why I had that reaction. After I fully regained consciousness, I wanted to apologize to you, but you had already left the provincial capital."

"I came to Hancheng this time not only to apologize but also to thank you for saving my life that day. If it weren't for you, I might be in grave danger now."

The middle-aged man then took out an envelope from his bag and thanked Wu Potian with a smile: "Doctor Wu! You left so quickly that day that I didn't get a chance to thank you for saving my life. This is a small token of my appreciation, to be considered as the consultation fee for that day. I hope you won't refuse it."

Wu Qingsheng, who had been very curious about the middle-aged man's illness since he came to seek medical help from Wu Potian, wondered what kind of illness could make the man abandon the excellent medical environment in the provincial capital and come to Hancheng to see his little-known son. When he saw the middle-aged man take out a thick envelope, although he didn't know how much money was inside, he instinctively stood up and stopped the man: "Mr. Lin! Healing the sick is our duty, but we cannot accept this money."

"Doctor Wu! You can't say that. Since ancient times, it has been a matter of course to charge for medical treatment. Compared to the fees I would pay at a hospital, this amount is negligible. Although it's not much, it's a token of my appreciation. You must accept it."

Although Wu Potian had been taught from a young age to heal the sick and be benevolent, after experiencing some things, he didn't think it was wrong to accept the money. As the middle-aged man said, although the money in the envelope seemed a lot, compared to the large hospitals that could kill without spilling blood, the consultation fee was indeed not much. Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Wu Potian no longer hesitated, put the envelope in the drawer, and replied without any courtesy: "If that's the case, I'll accept the money. As for your illness, take the medicine I prescribed for a week, and then come back to see me."

Although Wu Potian told him to come back in a week, the middle-aged man was not at all unhappy. He felt very satisfied with his decision to humble himself and come to Hancheng for medical help. He met someone here who made him believe that not only could he get treated, but he might also find a way to advance his career through Wu Potian, achieving two goals at once.