After being forced to leave the marriage, I became the wife of a top scholar.

Chapter 132 Can’t sit still anymore
The housekeeper whispered, "It's absolutely true. Madam Meng said it herself in front of all the ladies. It can't be fake."

Master Fang frowned even more deeply, and he squeezed the teacup in his hand. "Hmph! Since their century-old medical clinic is so powerful, let's see just how powerful they really are."

"Find a few people," the master of the house whispered to the house steward, who then agreed and left.

Master Fang gently raised his hand, his wrist pausing slightly, and the teacup in his hand shattered into several pieces. "Let me see how much credibility you have in promoting this doctor's reputation."

Perhaps it's because the century-old clinic has gained a good reputation among the elite, as more and more ordinary people are coming to the clinic for treatment these days.

However, there are few mild cases and many severe cases, all of whom come because of the renowned doctor's reputation.

Although Dr. Zheng is a skilled doctor, he is struggling to cope with so many serious cases he has never seen before.

Fortunately, with Doctor Luo in charge, not only Bai Wanqing, but also this old doctor who has been practicing medicine for many years, have learned a lot these days.

Especially for tuberculosis, after hearing that Doctor Luo had cured the Wu family woman's tuberculosis, even more people came seeking treatment from him.

When Wu Dalang and Wu Da Niang left, they thanked Bai Wanqing profusely.

"Dr. Bai, thanks to you and Doctor Luo for saving my mother's life, otherwise I'm afraid she wouldn't have made it this time." Wu Dalang said, about to kneel down to Bai Wanqing.

Bai Wanqing immediately helped the two of them up, saying, "Treating the sick and saving lives is the responsibility of us doctors. Brother Wu, you don't need to be so polite."

But Wu Dalang knew that not all doctors were benevolent. For example, the Fang family clinic had been targeted by the Fang family because they refused to sell their land to them. As a result, his mother almost died because she had nowhere to go for treatment when she fell ill.

"It's all thanks to Dr. Bai's kindness." After saying this, Wu Dalang settled the medical fees for the past few days, and then left the clinic with his mother after thanking him repeatedly.

This scene brought tears to the eyes of the other patients at the century-old clinic.

Dr. Zheng was also deeply moved and worked even harder to treat patients. But what if he didn't know how to treat this kind of disease?
Sure enough, as soon as Aunt Wu and the others left, someone shouted at the entrance of the clinic.

"Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly and see my son!" An old man was pushing a wooden cart and shouting at the entrance of the clinic.

The shout drew the attention of passersby, who were shocked to see a heavily pregnant man lying on the cart, barely alive.

"What's going on? Can men get pregnant too?"

"This is truly an extraordinary event!"

Upon hearing that the man's belly was large, even more people gathered to watch.

Bai Wanqing and Doctor Luo were busy with other patients in the backyard, while only Doctor Zheng was in the front hall. He was dumbfounded when he came out to greet them.

He had never seen a man with such a large belly before!

Although he had never seen him before, he still deftly took the man's pulse. The pulse was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. This man probably wouldn't live past tonight!

Seeing Doctor Zheng's worried face, the old man knelt down on the ground with a thud. "I've heard that a legendary doctor is practicing at this century-old clinic. Please, doctor, save my son! You must save my son!"

This person is about to die. Logically, even if the hospital accepts him, they should let his family take him home to prepare for his funeral.

But there were too many onlookers, and it would be inappropriate for him not to let the patient in. Just as Doctor Zheng was in a dilemma, Bai Wanqing and Master Luo heard the commotion outside and came out.

Master Luo's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the man on the carriage.

"Quickly! Bring the person in!" Master Luo waved his hand and said.

Doctor Zheng wanted to remind Master Luo, but after seeing Bai Wanqing nod to him, he swallowed his words.

The old man pushing the cart didn't react for a moment. Only when he saw that Dr. Zheng had come up and was about to start lifting the person did he blankly go and lend a hand.

"Take him to the backyard!" After giving the instructions, Old Man Luo went to the backyard to prepare. Doctor Zheng and the old man didn't dare to move too fast and carefully carried the person over.

People at the entrance peered inside curiously.

"Judging from Dr. Zheng's expression just now, this person is probably not going to make it."

"Why even look at the doctor's expression? Didn't you see that person's face? His face was covered in bruises, and he was exhaling more than inhaling. He probably won't make it."

"But the clinic still took him in! There might still be hope."

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, feeling that there was no hope.

At this moment, in the ward in the backyard of the clinic, Old Man Luo had finished taking the man's pulse. Doctor Zheng and Bai Wanqing watched from the side, their expressions somewhat solemn.

Bai Wanqing also felt that this person was terminally ill and probably wouldn't last much longer.

"It's ascites; we need to drain the fluid from his body."

Doctor Zheng had read about this condition in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, but looking at the patient in front of him, he was at a loss. "Dr. Luo, there is too much fluid in his abdomen right now, so it may be difficult to find the right spot."

Doctor Luo began to examine the man's abdomen. He gently pressed on the man's abdomen with his hand, found the right spot, and said, "There is still a chance. Give me the beryllium needle."

Bai Wanqing immediately handed over the needle. Doctor Luo simply disinfected the spot where he was going to insert the needle, and then inserted it. The water in the man's abdomen flowed out along the needle and tube.

The ascites in the man's abdomen drained for a full half hour before it stopped. Doctor Luo asked Doctor Zheng to treat the remaining wounds and prescribed the man a blood-tonifying and qi-boosting medicine.

"Start brewing the medicine for him now, and I'll give him acupuncture to save his life." Old Man Luo gave the prescription to Bai Wanqing, who immediately went to get the medicine. The three of them worked together for a full hour before they managed to bring the man back from the cart.

The old man who had just brought the man was still waiting in the front hall, glancing towards the backyard every now and then, clearly very worried about the man's condition.

Seeing that Doctor Zheng and Bai Wanqing had come out, they quickly went up to ask them questions.

"Doctor, doctor, how is my son? Is he still alive?"

Doctor Zheng and Bai Wanqing were still shocked by Doctor Luo's medical skills and didn't react to the old man's question for a moment.

Seeing their expressions, the old man burst into tears. "Weren't you supposed to be a miracle doctor? What? The doctor was brought here and he's already dead. What kind of miracle doctor are you?"

The old man's cries attracted the attention of the people who had been gathered there watching the commotion.

"Dead? He's dead just like that?"

"Huh? It's not surprising that he died. Look at what that person looked like just now."

"Isn't it said that the doctors at the century-old medical clinic are miracle doctors? It seems that's just a bit exaggerated by everyone."

Although no one felt that the century-old medical clinic had done anything wrong, they now began to doubt the reputation of the miracle doctor.

Seeing that everyone no longer believed in the miracle doctor, the crying old man quickly suppressed his grief.

Dr. Zheng then realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to pull the old man away, "Uncle, don't cry! Your son is alright, he's not dead yet!"

The old man looked up abruptly, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Not dead? Doctor, you can't be lying about that!"

"I know my son's condition. Is he still alive?"

Dr. Zheng immediately became somewhat displeased. "Uncle, what are you saying? Didn't you bring him to the hospital to save him?"

"Why does it sound like you don't want him to be saved?"

When the old man realized he was being suspected, his expression immediately changed, and he hurriedly denied it, "No! No, I was just too excited. May I see my son now?"

Dr. Zheng was about to refuse when Bai Wanqing spoke up, "Uncle, you can go see him. Ruixin, take him to change into clean clothes first. Don't startle the patient when you go in."

Ruixin agreed and led the old man towards the backyard.

Bai Wanqing stared thoughtfully at the two figures as they walked away, and Doctor Zheng also sensed that something was amiss.

“Master, this man seems suspicious!” Doctor Zheng said.

"Yes, that is indeed unusual."

Dr. Zheng couldn't help but worry; he couldn't let these people ruin his newly established reputation.

"Then maybe we shouldn't accept such seriously ill patients anymore, and let them ask us to come out and make house calls."

Dr. Zheng felt that even if he didn't accept the patients, outsiders wouldn't find fault with it. After all, there are many incurable diseases, and it's impossible to say that all of them can be cured.

Bai Wanqing wasn't worried at all. "It's alright. I was originally worried that this miracle doctor's reputation would be too great and bring backlash to our clinic."

"It's good to have experienced this; it might not be a bad thing."

Dr. Zheng didn't quite understand. "But we cured the person! If word gets out, won't our clinic's reputation become even greater?"

Bai Wanqing smiled faintly, "Dr. Zheng, do you think the other party will publicize that we cured the patient?"

Dr. Zheng thought about it again and realized that if they really were here to cause trouble, they wouldn't.

"We can't just let them keep causing trouble like this."

Dr. Zheng was still somewhat worried, as he knew all too well the Fang family's methods.

Bai Wanqing said calmly, "No, they will eventually find themselves unable to sit still."

Seeing his employer's calm demeanor, Dr. Zheng finally felt less worried.

The old man went to see the man with ascites. Although he was still weak, it was clear that his complexion had improved a lot.

The old man couldn't help but turn his head to look at Old Man Luo, who was arranging medicinal herbs in the backyard.

He really is a miracle doctor!

But how is he going to explain this to the property manager?
The old man hardened his heart and slowly approached the man lying on the bed. Ruixin behind him suddenly spoke up: "Old man, your son is still in critical condition. It's not advisable to visit for too long. Why don't you go home first? We can take care of him here."

The old man was reluctant, but he had no choice but to leave the ward.

"Can I stay and take care of my son?" The old man wanted to find another opportunity.

Bai Wanqing agreed to his request, but he asked Doctor Zheng and Wu Dalang to help take care of him. The old man knew at once that he probably wouldn't have a chance.

(End of this chapter)