Chapter 43: Giving It Everything

Wen Xiuyi walked out the door, not even knowing how he’d been kicked out.

“Did we just get thrown out by Grandma?” That’s what happened, right?

Wen Yao, holding Dazhu’s hand, glanced at him and said mercilessly, “Wrong. It was you. We were just collateral damage.”

Wen Xiuyi was speechless. Wasn’t she supposed to be his darling daughter? She was full of holes.

“Hmph. Son, let’s go home,” Wen Xiuyi huffed, scooping up Dazhu and striding away.

Wen Yao and Wen Jun watched the slightly childish Professor Wen and couldn’t help but snicker behind him. An old child, that’s what he was—Wen was a genuine old child through and through.

“If we’re going to study medicine, we need to get prepared. At the very least, we have to find a good teacher,” Wen Yao said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Wen Jun glanced at her. “Yao Yao, we don’t know anyone in this place. Where are we supposed to find a physician willing to take on an apprentice?”

Wen Yao rubbed her chin, pondering. “Quiet, let me think.”

What was the name of the miracle doctor in the original book again?

“What was it? It was… it was… I think it was Jin Xiuyi, Jin Xiuyi…” Wen Yao muttered as she tried to recall.

Wen Jun, hearing the name, grew curious. “Yao Yao, who is this Jin Xiuyi?”

She beckoned him over. When Wen Jun leaned close, she whispered in his ear, “One of the heroine’s devoted admirers in the original story—Jin Xiuyi, the so-called miracle doctor.

He was young and already highly skilled in medicine. Because of a fateful encounter, he met the heroine and fell deeply for her, saving her from danger time and again. Not only that, but since the heroine truly loved the male lead, Jin the Miracle Doctor, out of his love for her, ended up treating the male lead’s wounds and illnesses on many occasions as well.

Such a man, who ought to have had a brilliant future healing the world, became obsessed with the heroine. Later, driven by his infatuation, he went to extreme lengths to help her and the male lead seize power—in essence, poisoning anyone who stood in their way, leading to universal condemnation.

And what did the main couple do? They had the nerve to stand on their moral high ground and denounce him along with everyone else, saying he shouldn’t have done those things. Tell me, isn’t that a joke?”

Wen Yao sneered, thoroughly mocking. With values like these, and they call themselves protagonists? Something must be wrong with their heads.

Wen Jun was truly shocked as well—such behavior was a disgrace to the calling of a healer.

“So where is this Jin the Miracle Doctor now?” Wen Jun asked. The heroine wasn’t even born yet, which meant Jin hadn’t met her and hadn’t been twisted by love. If his medical skills were really that great, then if he could take him as a master and also block the heroine’s path, wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?

Wen Yao could see right through his thoughts and said directly, “Don’t even think about it. In the original, Jin the Miracle Doctor was only a little older than our Dazhu. He’s just a five- or six-year-old child right now.”

Wen Jun was dumbfounded.

But Wen Yao’s next words gave him hope. “However, the book said Jin the Miracle Doctor inherited his skills from his family, meaning there should be an excellent physician in his household. The trouble is, the book never mentioned where this person is.”

As Wen Yao spoke, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and absentmindedly scratched her head. “Wait—Jin… Jin… That surname sounds familiar.”

But no matter how she racked her brain, she just couldn’t remember. It was like frantically searching for something at home and never finding it, only for it to turn up later when you didn’t need it anymore.

But she didn’t have the time to wait now.

Wen Jun, listening to her, suddenly said, “Wasn’t there a Dr. Jin at the pharmacy where we sold those herbs before?”

“That’s right!” Wen Yao cried out, loud enough for Wen Xiuyi and Dazhu ahead to hear.

The two turned back. “What are you two doing, why aren’t you coming?”

Wen Yao hurriedly ran up and said, “Dad, I’ve found a place for Wen Jun to learn medicine.”

Wen Xiuyi’s face lit up, but glancing at their surroundings, he hugged Dazhu closer and whispered, “Let’s go, let’s go, we’ll talk at home.”

If Wen Yao could remember it, it must have something to do with the story’s plot.

The four of them hurried home, went straight to Wen Xiuyi’s room, and sat Dazhu down on a stool. Wen Xiuyi sat too, asking, “Yao Yao, out with it.”

Wen Yao pulled over a stool and sat down. “I just remembered—there’s someone known for his medical skills who once trained a miracle doctor. If my brother could study under him, perhaps the next miracle doctor would be him.”

Wen Xiuyi immediately understood her “I heard” line. That was the family’s code: anything related to the plot of the original story was always explained as something they’d “heard.” That way, Dazhu wouldn’t understand, and they could keep discussing things freely. Otherwise, if they always avoided him, who knows what the boy would start thinking?

“So, where is this man? Is he easy to find?” Wen Xiuyi knew that people with great skills usually had their own eccentricities and often liked to stay hidden.

Wen Yao just smiled mysteriously. “He’s right under our noses! It’s Dr. Jin from the pharmacy where my brother and I sold those herbs.”

Wen Xiuyi had never met Dr. Jin, but he’d heard his children say the pharmacy owner was a good man.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, we’ll ask if he’s taking apprentices and send your brother over,” Wen Xiuyi said with delight. Knowing the script really was a blessing.

Wen Yao agreed that the sooner this was settled, the better—to avoid any unforeseen changes.

Dazhu, though only half-understanding, knew they were talking about something good—his big brother would get to study medicine.

He climbed onto the stool, dipped a finger in water, and wrote four characters on the table: “Big brother—amazing.”

Wen Jun smiled, truly happy. The gloomy cloud that had hung over him for some time vanished in an instant.

He patted Dazhu’s head. “When your big brother has mastered medicine, I’ll cure your throat.”

Dazhu squirmed away from his hand, returned to his stool, and fell silent again.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t speak—he just didn’t want to. Hmph.

“It’s settled, then. Tomorrow I’ll take Wen Nong to the docks. Yao Yao, you take your brother to find a master. Mind your manners—people with real skills often have a temper, so keep yours in check. Whatever it takes, thick-skinned or not, just get that master to agree.”

Wen Yao beamed. “Don’t worry, Dad. Tomorrow I’ll ask the pharmacy clerk about Dr. Jin’s likes and dislikes, and cater to his tastes. I refuse to believe we can’t win over that old man.”

Thinking back on their last impression of Dr. Jin, he seemed quite stern—but who knows if he’d be difficult to persuade.

No matter how hard it was, for her brother’s sake, Wen Yao would give it her all.