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Dressed in casual attire, a checkered shirt paired with jeans, his outfit was neither trendy nor outdated, but rather a standard look.
His hair was not styled in the trendy way that young people prefer, but appeared natural and neat. His gaze was gentle, especially with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, giving off a refreshing vibe. He was a handsome young man.
Given these circumstances, this young man shouldn't have any mental issues. However, he rushed forward to stop the mother and son, even offering to treat the mother.
This young man seemed far from being a recluse or a hidden divine healer; he didn't even look like someone from a medical family. Therefore, the onlookers were more inclined to believe that Wei Yuan truly had some issues.
He stepped forward and said to the mother and son, "Wait a moment."
The man, around thirty years old and dressed in a suit, was supporting his mother when Wei Yuan approached them. He was puzzled but still polite, asking Wei Yuan, "Brother, is there something you need?"
Wei Yuan looked at the mother. Time had left indelible marks on her face. Generally, the previous generation married early; this mother was probably not yet sixty but had very noticeable wrinkles. Her back was hunched under the burdens of life, forming a curve like that of a shrimp.
Since falling ill, her nutrition had suffered due to poor diet and digestive issues from chemotherapy. According to Lan Xue's explanation, Wei Yuan learned that those who had undergone chemotherapy typically could not eat without soup or broth.
That was why she always appeared so gaunt and emaciated, resembling an exaggerated image of an African refugee—barely any flesh on her bones, her skeletal frame prominently visible.
Now that her son had graduated and seemed to be doing well financially, he could afford to provide for her nutritional needs.
However, the mother's condition had already stabilized; no matter how exquisite the delicacies or rare medicinal herbs were, they would struggle to make an impact on a body weakened for nearly ten years.
At this point, no matter how advanced the medical skills were, it would be difficult to heal her completely.
A mother can endure such suffering for years primarily for her child. In this world, aside from your parents, who else would treat you so selflessly and unconditionally?
This is why Wei Yuan, knowing that his Third Form Restorative Power could still have side effects and might not guarantee complete recovery, still intended to treat the elderly woman because he saw the brilliance of motherhood in her.
It reminded him of his mother, who could bear the weight of all life's burdens at any time and in any place; only our parents could do that.
Lan Xue, although unsure of what Wei Yuan was about to do, followed him closely. She heard Wei Yuan say to the man, "I have heard everything about the old lady's condition just now. I might have a way to treat her."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd that had been preparing to leave stopped in their tracks, looking at Wei Yuan with disbelief. Clearly, he looked too young for anyone to believe that he was a boy with miraculous medical skills.
In the public's perception, a top expert in any field must have spent many years immersed in that industry, which meant they would naturally be quite old. The same applied to medical skills; how could a boy around twenty possibly have the ability to cure an elderly person plagued by illness?
Among those most surprised were the man and Lan Xue. The man initially felt a surge of excitement upon hearing Wei Yuan's words, but after sizing him up, he realized that Wei Yuan's appearance did not convey such information.
Especially for Lan Xue, who had known Wei Yuan for three years and had grown closer to him in the past six months. However, she had never heard of him having any medical knowledge, let alone seen him demonstrate it. Therefore, when Wei Yuan made this statement, it seemed somewhat absurd. The crowd could only interpret his words as him knowing a Divine Healer whom he could introduce to the mother and son.
Even the man thought along those lines and immediately asked, "Brother, do you know where there is someone capable of treating this kind of illness?"
Wei Yuan naturally understood his concerns; given his age and his appearance, which did not suggest he was someone raised among medicinal herbs and scents, it was entirely natural for others to be skeptical.
Wei Yuan did not answer directly but instead looked at the mother and smiled gently. "I don't know any experts, but I can certainly give it my best shot."
As Wei Yuan smiled more brightly, his already soft facial features became even more infectious. His smile was sincere and respectful towards this great mother, despite her frightening appearance.
The old lady saw this smile and found it pleasing. Over the years, her health had deteriorated significantly; she felt like a lifeless skeleton with no vitality left. Anyone who saw her would look disgusted and quickly move away.
She had almost forgotten how long it had been since anyone had given her such a heartfelt smile. It felt as beautiful as being bathed in spring breezes, leaving one nostalgic.
As someone who had long been treated like a ghost—someone people would avoid at first sight—she undoubtedly had a very fragile heart. She constantly observed others' attitudes towards her and could sense from the surrounding crowd that they were genuinely moved despite their initial reactions.
But after the emotions settled, it was merely a visual feast. Even after experiencing it, it remained the same. However, this young man did not understand; his attitude towards himself was not sympathy or pity, but respect.
He did not treat the situation as one would with a patient or a weak person, but instead regarded it with an equal attitude, offering the most sincere smile, which was even more commendable.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Clearly, the man found this hard to believe and was somewhat angry, as if Wei Yuan was making a joke out of his pain and life.
At this moment, Lan Xue felt that Wei Yuan's approach was definitely a thankless task. Coming from a family of medicine, she was quite knowledgeable about medical practices and had already realized that the elderly lady's condition was beyond saving; even divine intervention would be futile.
Although Lan Xue was unsure whether Wei Yuan understood medicine, she knew that his character was not one to speak carelessly; he must have some confidence in his abilities.
Even so, Lan Xue could not help but worry about Wei Yuan. If he managed to cure the elderly woman, that would be great; however, if anything went wrong and led to her premature death, all the blame would likely fall on Wei Yuan. At that point, it would be akin to stepping in mud—likely not just mud but something far worse.
While Lan Xue was deeply moved by the elderly woman's noble spirit, she also understood her condition well. Wei Yuan's good intentions in offering help were commendable, but given the state of such patients, even if they were taken to a hospital for treatment by renowned doctors, there was no guarantee of success.
The elderly woman's body was too frail, like paper; a gentle touch could cause her to fall apart. To exaggerate a bit, even a sneeze directed at her might cause several parts to drop off.
Was it worth it for Wei Yuan to take such risks for an unrelated elderly woman?
On this matter, Lan Xue considered herself somewhat of an expert. Weighing the pros and cons led her to be somewhat selfish; she gently tugged at Wei Yuan's back and softly recounted her observations of the situation in his ear.
As a smart girl, she did not attempt to make decisions for Wei Yuan or even offer advice; she simply detailed the potential problems that could arise from his actions. As for how he chose to proceed, that decision was left entirely up to him.
A wise woman would never seek to dominate her man, so Lan Xue's approach was undoubtedly very prudent.
But how could Wei Yuan not see this problem himself? He dared to act this way because he had already made up his mind. After half a month of testing his Repairing Ability, with no side effects in sight, his worries naturally diminished.
Wei Yuan was well aware of the doubts surrounding him, especially from his son regarding his abilities. If it weren't for the scientifically unexplainable Repairing Ability, he probably wouldn't believe that at his age, he could possess such exceptional medical skills.
However, he continued to ignore the skepticism of those around him and maintained a genuine smile as he looked at the elderly woman. The smile was heartfelt, warm like a gentle breeze, as he asked, "Elderly lady, do you believe in me?"
Without personal experience, how could one truly understand human nature?
Having been ill for nearly ten years, he felt as if people around him treated him like a leper, avoiding him at all costs. After years of seeking medical help, those doctors either dismissed him with a few words or prescribed some ineffective medications just to get rid of him.
They feared him, worried that he would bring them bad luck, while the doctors were concerned about tarnishing their reputations.
Where was the sincere smile that came from the heart? Even a simple greeting felt perfunctory. Yet this young man approached him directly, wanting to help treat him while smiling genuinely—a smile that was truly heartwarming.
Although the elderly woman had some doubts about whether Wei Yuan was truly skilled in medicine, his infectious smile made her unable to resist saying, "I believe you."
Her son interjected with concern: "Mom, you can't joke with your life. This is clearly just a kid; how could he possibly treat you?"
The elderly woman hesitated; after all, she had always followed traditional Chinese customs—obeying her father when at home, her husband when married, and her son in old age.
At her age, she typically listened to her son's opinions. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent the last few years frantically searching for hospitals and doctors under his guidance, having tried almost every external treatment available.
Seeing that his mother's attitude was not so resolute at this moment, the man walked over to Wei Yuan and said, "Brother, thank you for your kindness, but we don't want to be disappointed again."
"This elder brother doesn't believe in my medical skills?"
Listening to Wei Yuan's words, the man hesitated. After all, Wei Yuan had actively revealed that he possessed medical skills, which meant his intention was to use his abilities to treat his mother free of charge.
Regardless of whether he had such capabilities, this intention was already enough to touch anyone.
What more could he say, or how could he firmly refuse?
The man felt that such a response would be somewhat inhumane. All the doctors he had consulted had given the same conclusion: his mother likely did not have much time left, unless they encountered a reclusive Divine Healer or someone with Miraculous Medicine and Mysterious Techniques.
However, such things only existed in legends; where could one find them in reality? He also knew very well that his mother did not have much time left, which was why he had been frantically taking her to see doctors recently.
The extraordinary and mysterious arts were called so because they were unique and unpredictable. Perhaps this assertive young man really possessed such remarkable abilities?
This thought suddenly emerged in the minds of the mother and son. Looking at Wei Yuan, he did not seem particularly special, but his calm smile and confident demeanor made one feel that he might indeed have such skills.
This was undoubtedly an incredibly contradictory dilemma. If they chose not to treat her, she might live for another year or so; but if they chose treatment and it failed, it could lead to her demise.
"It's not that we don't believe you; it's just that we've been disappointed too many times."
Seeing Wei Yuan's attitude, the man found it hard to outright refuse and only responded tactfully.
"I think it's best to consult her opinion," Wei Yuan said, still smiling as he looked at the elderly woman.
His thoughts were simple and sincere. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Based on the recent analysis of the situation, he understood that if the elderly woman did not receive timely treatment and was left to her own devices, she likely would not survive until spring.
Without waiting for the mother and son to express their opinions, Wei Yuan continued, "To speak unluckily, judging by the elderly woman's complexion, she probably doesn't have much time left."
Although Wei Yuan's words were somewhat direct, they were also the truth. Therefore, the mother and son were not angry; instead, they felt that Wei Yuan seemed to really have some skills.
Wei Yuan had already thought about this. It was now June, and if the old man's illness was not treated, it seemed he could last at most another six months. However, if his Third Form's Restorative Power could take effect on the old man, it would greatly extend her life.
"How confident are you?"
At this moment, the man no longer dared to regard Wei Yuan as a child; he spoke as if addressing a Divine Healer.
Wei Yuan naturally did not want to deceive them with falsehoods since he was taking nothing for himself. There was no need for lies, so he replied directly, "I can't say how confident I am, but at least even if it doesn't work, it won't harm the old man's body."
Wei Yuan's words were sincere. After more than half a month of experimentation, his Third Form's Restorative Power theoretically had no issues. He didn't need surgery or medication; how could there be any other problems?
"How is that possible?"
The man clearly found it hard to trust Wei Yuan's words. After all, if it didn't work, it would imply that his treatment methods were flawed, and the medications he prescribed would at least cause some harm.
He hesitated even more about Wei Yuan's words. During this time, he had sought out too many seemingly skilled Divine Healers and was understandably skeptical of this newcomer named Wei Yuan.
Just as he was about to politely refuse Wei Yuan and leave with his mother, the old lady suddenly said, "Young man, you are a good person. I believe you; let you treat me."
Hearing his mother's words suddenly, the man softly said, "Mom, you need to think this through."
The old lady replied, "I've thought it through. Living is just suffering in poverty anyway; I might as well let him try. I believe he has this ability."
Perhaps those who have never experienced despair cannot understand the profound sense of trust that a sincere smile brings to an elderly person. This trust from the old lady made Wei Yuan feel somewhat flattered.
At this moment, the emotions of the onlookers were gradually rising, as the old lady had already taken a seat at the Free Clinic. Wei Yuan borrowed a set of tools from them and was ready to begin.
Although many of the tools from the Free Clinic were not particularly useful, these three individuals clearly lacked confidence, so they brought a lot of tools to create an impressive setup, which actually made things easier for Wei Yuan.
"Have you thought it through? If you're ready, we can start."
Wei Yuan addressed the man, who still looked hesitant as he glanced between Wei Yuan and his mother. Although his mother had already agreed, he stood by nervously, clearly showing his filial piety.
"Okay, you can begin."
Since his mother had made up her mind, he could only choose to trust Wei Yuan at this point, hoping that this young man could truly bring about a surprise.
Wei Yuan picked up two bamboo tubes and tied them together with a thick rope at both ends, connecting them. His hands moved with astonishing speed as he lit two pieces of paper soaked in an unknown potion and tossed them into each bamboo tube.
This was mentioned in detail in the annotated notes from the book "Medicine King Divine Canon" given to him by Yang Ying, referred to as the Smoke-Inducing Technique.
It can be considered an ancient remedy within traditional Chinese medicine, primarily functioning on the same principle as cupping therapy—using high temperatures to expel some malevolent energy from the body.
Explaining this with traditional Chinese medicine theories might seem esoteric, but Wei Yuan primarily chose this method because it was harmless to the human body. His true purpose was to activate the Mist-like Space in his mind during the process, allowing the Dark Cloud Substance from the Third Form to merge into the bamboo tubes and seep into the old lady's body.
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