Chapter 57: You Are a Miraculous Doctor, After All

Looking at the woman sitting on the sofa, wiping her tears and crying bitterly, I truly felt powerless to comfort her.

It was only because of her son's unusual condition that I had taken a glance with my Qi-observing eyes.

Never did I expect that this single glance would genuinely reveal a problem.

Urging them to take the child to the hospital for a check-up was also my way of proving that I had not misread the signs. If truly nothing was wrong, I would much rather have them mock me for being blind than see such a scenario unfold.

After all, I was not a doctor. Even though I could see that the child was ill, I had no means to save him.

Sister Yan poured the woman another cup of warm water, took her hand, and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Zhou Lihong wiped away her tears and sighed. "Fan Mingxuan, the director of the Comprehensive Oncology Department at the First Hospital, examined him. He said it's a mixed germ cell tumor. The first step is radiotherapy, and once things stabilize, chemotherapy follows.

For a child this young to suffer like this, how can he possibly endure it?

Besides, Director Fan also said that even if we follow the treatment plan to the letter, there is no guarantee it can be controlled!

Later on, the child's head will grow increasingly large, both his mind and behavior will be affected, and it is very likely he won't make it to eight years old..."

At this, Zhou Lihong burst into tears all over again. She grabbed my hand and cried, "Mr. Shi, it was my fault for offending you in the past. I was in the wrong! I apologize to you, I will kowtow to you! I beg you to show mercy and save my child!"

She stood up, intending to kneel before me again, but Sister Yan and I quickly pulled her back up.

After a moment of thought, I decided to tell the truth. After all, a human life was at stake, and an innocent child at that; I could not treat such a matter as a joke.

"Mrs. Zhao, since you have been married to Mr. Zhao for so long, you should also be familiar with the existence of Qi practitioners.

I am simply a Qi practitioner. The reason I could tell Xiao Wen was ill is because I noticed the Qi flow within his body was abnormal.

However, my abilities are humble, and I have not studied professional medical knowledge. While I understand some traditional Chinese medicine, I have not reached the level where I can cure illnesses and save lives.

Therefore, regarding Xiao Wen's condition, I deeply sympathize, but I am entirely powerless!"

Sister Yan also nodded and said to the woman, "Mrs. Zhao, Brother Zhao is a friend of ours. If we truly had a way, we would help no matter what."

"Then is my son just waiting to die?" Zhou Lihong asked with a despairing gaze, completely distraught.

Neither Sister Yan nor I knew how to answer. We could only exchange glances and sigh in unison.

Sister Yan gave me a subtle look, and I nodded slightly, walking out of the reception room.

Xiangxiang and Chen Yinan both looked at me with questioning eyes. When such an adorable child fell ill with a disease like this, anyone would feel a sense of pity.

I waved my hand to signal that I was powerless as well, and motioned for everyone to get back to their tasks.

Returning to my room, I took off my clothes, took a shower, changed into a pair of loose pajamas, and sat down on the floor by the bed.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the image of that little boy crouching in front of the water dispenser and gulping down water flashed into my mind. Out of sheer frustration, the Qi within my body surged turbulent.

If the mind cannot attain tranquility, one cannot practice Qi cultivation; otherwise, it is far too easy to suffer from a deviation in cultivation.

I simply opened my eyes and sat there blankly, staring out the window.

I had no idea when Zhou Lihong had left. Someone gently pushed my bedroom door open.

The only person who could walk in directly without knocking was Sister Yan.

She walked over to my side, saw that I wasn't practicing Qi, and softly said, "Come downstairs. Someone is asking for you by name."

I was momentarily stunned and smiled wryly. "Am I that popular now? Who is it?"

Sister Yan shook her head and said, "I don't know. She looks just like a wealthy socialite!"

A wealthy socialite? When did I ever know any wealthy socialite? And why would she specifically ask for me by name?

When I went downstairs and took a look, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. It was actually that Sister Jin I had met at SK!

Xiangxiang, with a stern face, brought over a cup of water, placed it on the coffee table, and walked right out.

If not for the duties of her job, she wouldn't have bothered to pay this woman any mind at all.

Seeing me walk in, Sister Jin's face blossomed into a smile. She tried to take my hand, but I subtly sidestepped to avoid her touch.

"Just look at me!" Sister Jin gently patted her own face and said to me with an ingratiating smile, "Old habits die hard, my good brother, please don't take offense!"

I sat down nearby, flashed a professional smile, and asked her, "To what do I owe the honor of Sister Jin's grand visit?"

Sister Jin slapped her thigh and said to me, "If I had known you were my neighbor, I should have come over to sit and chat with you long ago! You know that boutique at the corner of the street? That's mine! With this connection, from now on, anyone from your place who comes over to mine will get a flat discount starting at fifty percent off!"

I was slightly taken aback. I genuinely hadn't known that the boutique belonged to her; I only knew that Sister Yan had visited the shop once and never dared to step foot in it again.

A seemingly ordinary jacket there started at a minimum of one thousand yuan, and any decent piece of clothing easily cost tens of thousands. In Sister Yan's words, the store's target clientele simply wasn't poor folks like us.

The salesclerks inside all held their noses up in the air. If they saw your attire wasn't upscale enough, they wouldn't block you from entering, but they would completely ignore you and speak in snide, sarcastic tones.

I didn't have a good impression of Sister Jin and couldn't be bothered to buddy up or curry favor with her. Adopting a strictly professional demeanor, I smiled and said, "Then let me thank Sister Jin in advance! But Sister Jin coming to see me surely isn't just to offer a massive clearance sale, right?"

Sister Jin looked slightly awkward, forced a smile, and said, "Not quite! Forget it, your sister here is a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush with you.

My good brother, that night was indeed my fault, and I spoke out of turn and offended you. Please don't take it to heart. I came over today because I'd like to trouble you with two matters."

She lowered her head, took two thick stacks of cash out of her handbag, placed them on the coffee table, and pushed them toward me.

I was momentarily stunned, smiled, and asked, "What's the meaning of this, Sister Jin? Are you treating me to drinks or tea this time?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" Sister Jin's face flushed red as she hurriedly waved her hands and said to me, "I just wanted to ask my good brother to help me take a look at how my illness can be cured.

To tell you the truth, these ailments all over my body have plagued me for several years. I've spent plenty of money, but the illnesses keep recurring and can't be rooted out!

My good brother, you are a divine doctor! You saw through the ailments of all three of us with just a single glance!

Since you can see them, you must be able to cure them!

My good brother, name your price. As long as you can cure my illness, just say how much money you want!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

What on earth was wrong with these people? Why did everyone assume I could practice medicine? Being able to spot an illness and being able to treat it were two entirely different things!

I said helplessly to Sister Jin, "Sister Jin, you've really misjudged this time! The reason I could see it is because...

Never mind, it's hard for me to explain, and even if I told you, you might not believe it. Anyway, I'll tell you the honest truth: I don't know how to treat illnesses!"

"Ah?" A look of disappointment crossed Sister Jin's face. She probed cautiously, "You really don't know how to treat them? Then can you at least tell me which part of my body is malfunctioning? Afterwards, I can tell the doctor and let the hospital cure it. That would work, right?"

A thought stirred in my heart. This method actually seemed feasible!

Many people suffer from illnesses and undergo blind treatments for years before ever discovering the root cause. While I couldn't treat diseases, I could use my Qi-observing eyes to pinpoint the lesions. Coordinating with doctors would save a massive amount of time and detours, wouldn't it?

Seeing that I was somewhat tempted, Sister Jin was quick to read my expression. She patted the stack of cash on the coffee table and said to me, "Rest assured, my good brother. As long as you tell me which part of my body is problematic, I will still reward you, and it certainly won't be a small amount!"

I nodded and said, "Sister Jin, I can't make any guarantees, but I can give it a try. We can discuss this part later, though. Can you tell me what the other matter is first?"

Sister Jin straightened her face and looked at me very seriously. "My good brother, I want you to help me investigate my husband. I want to know if he's keeping a mistress on the side!"