Horror Camgirl - Ch. 148: I Can Cure Him
A burst of laughter erupted around us, and the thug's face turned a dark purple with anger. He was furious, and shouted at me, "You little brat! You dare con your grandpa? Watch how I tear that pretty face of yours apart today!"
With that, he lunged at me, swinging his hand toward my face.
I caught his wrist in one quick move. He struggled, but to his surprise, he couldn't break free.
I squeezed his wrist firmly, and he winced in pain, his face scrunching up as he slowly crouched down. "Please, have mercy, ma'am! Have mercy!" he begged.
I shoved him towards the ground and said, "Besides seeing a urologist, you should also visit the hepatobiliary department. If you go now, there's still time, but if you wait a few more months, you'd better prepare for your funeral."
With that, I sat back down in my chair without looking at him again.
His face turned pale, and he turned and ran away.
"Huh, she sounds pretty convincing," a passerby whispered.
"Heh, she's just acting mysterious. You really believe what she's saying?"
"Maybe that thug was someone she hired to put on a show."
"Yeah, like anyone could tell what's wrong with someone just by looking. Even Traditional Chinese Medicine needs an examination, diagnosis, and questioning."
People murmured amongst themselves, but still, no one approached me.
I remained calm, sitting there quietly with a serene demeanor.
Suddenly, I heard a young voice say, "Sister, can you take a look at me?"
The crowd turned and saw that Old Lady Zhao's little grandson had wheeled himself over in his wheelchair.
Old Lady Zhao was still kneeling, too focused on her prayer to notice her grandson had moved away.
With a faint smile on my face, I had originally thought it would take diagnosing at least two or three people before they would have any confidence in my medical skills. Only then might Old Lady Zhao and her grandson ask me for help. I hadn't expected the boy to come over on his own.
I smiled kindly and said, "Little brother, everyone here doesn’t believe in me. Why do you still want me to treat you?"
The little boy blushed slightly and said, "I saw you sitting here alone, and if nobody comes to you for help, that must be really awkward for you. So I came over."
The people gathered around all showed sympathetic expressions. Such a kind-hearted child—it was unfortunate that he was suffering from this illness.
I stood up, walked over to him, and gently touched his smooth, bald head. "Then let me have a look."
He nodded and extended his arm, which was so thin that it looked like skin wrapped around bones.
I took his pulse with both hands and quickly formed an assessment. At that moment, his grandmother noticed what was happening. She jumped up, and because she had been kneeling for so long, her legs were stiff, so she hobbled over and pulled her grandson away. She looked at me, saying, "Young lady, my grandson doesn’t know any better, please forgive him. His condition is very difficult to treat, and we don't want to trouble you."
With that, she started to push the wheelchair towards Huimin Pavilion.
I called out loudly, "His condition, I can cure it."
Old Lady Zhao froze, looking at me in shock. "What did you say? You can cure him? Really?"
I nodded. "Of course, it’s true. Since little brother trusts me, I should do my best to make him well."
Old Lady Zhao hesitated. She had encountered many frauds while seeking treatment over the years, but now, seeing her grandson with so little time left, maybe it was worth a shot—perhaps a miracle could happen.
I walked over to her and gently held her hand. "Little brother, let me help you get better, alright?"
The little boy nodded. Just as I was about to speak, a deep voice suddenly interrupted, "Wait!"
I paused and looked up to see a man dressed in a white Tang suit embroidered with dragons emerging from Huimin Pavilion.
He looked about fifty, but his actual age was probably over sixty. Though he didn’t have a beard, he had an air of wisdom and refinement about him. He carried himself with a natural charisma that inspired confidence in those who saw him.
It seemed this was Dr. Li Sheng.
Li Sheng strode over to me, glanced at the child, and then looked me up and down, his voice cold. "This child's illness is no simple matter. You, a young lady, should just go home and look after children instead of delaying this boy’s treatment."
What did he mean by 'go home and look after children'? Was that a sexist remark?
My expression turned cold. "In that case, Dr. Li, I assume you can cure this child’s illness?"
Li Sheng grabbed the little boy's wrist, checking his pulse for a moment. A look of disappointment and regret flashed in his eyes as he said, "I can't cure his illness."
Everyone was very surprised. The owner of Huimin Pavilion was especially anxious, scratching his head in worry. Li Sheng was a highly respected and famous doctor, and to admit, in front of so many people, that he couldn't cure this illness was like ruining his own reputation.
Doctors are humans, not gods. No matter how renowned they are, they cannot cure every illness. That is why famous doctors value their reputation and usually avoid treating cases beyond their ability, for fear of ruining their name.
Oddly, this made me think more highly of Dr. Li. He was willing to admit frankly that he could not treat the illness, which meant he was an honest and practical doctor, not someone who just wanted to build a false reputation.
"Actually, I saw this child earlier while I was in the store," Li Sheng sighed. "His condition is too strange; I really can't treat it. The reason I came out was to prevent you all from getting cheated by a charlatan."
He paused, then added, "Take the child home... there's nothing that can be done."
Those words were akin to a death sentence for the little boy.
Old Lady Zhao swayed and nearly lost her balance.
The people around couldn't help but look at Li Sheng with admiration, praising his medical ethics.
I said, "Dr. Li, I haven't even given my diagnosis yet. Why do you assume I'm a fraud?"
A bystander spoke up, "Isn't it obvious? If Dr. Li can't treat it, how could a young girl like you manage to? If it weren't for your looks, people here would have already beaten you as a scammer!"
I ignored him entirely and walked straight to the little boy. "Hey there, what's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Little Ao," he replied.
"Little Ao, are you feeling weak? Do you get splitting headaches every night at midnight, with your whole body turning red and your eyes glowing? Do you also lose control of your bladder and bowels, and try to bite everything you see, even breaking your front teeth like this? And when you’re sick, you can bite through wood as thick as an arm, right?"
Little Ao nodded. "Yes, big sister, how did you know?"
A bystander said, "His grandma has taken him to seek medical help everywhere. His symptoms aren't that hard to hear about."
I gently patted his hand and said, "Little Ao, did you lose feeling in your legs after that incident three years ago?"
Little Ao nodded again.
I wrote out a medicine prescription and turned to the shopkeeper of Hui Zhen Pavilion, saying, "There are five million dollars on this card. Use it to buy all the medicinal herbs on this list."
The crowd showed expressions of disbelief. Have you ever seen a con artist start by spending five million of their own money? Unless they were planning to con even more later on.
However, while Old Lady Zhao's son was once wealthy, years of seeking medical treatments had drained the family funds, leaving them with almost nothing. There didn't seem to be any profit in this for me.
The shopkeeper of Hui Zhen Pavilion took the prescription and soon gathered all the herbs. I went to the back of his shop and brewed the medicine, infusing it with a trace of spiritual energy.
Before long, the medicine was ready. I carried the bowl out and said, "Little Ao, here, drink this medicine."
"Wait," Li Sheng interrupted me. "How can you give a child medicine so recklessly?"
I turned to look at him and said, "Didn't you say there was no hope for Little Ao? In that case, what's the harm in trying my medicine?"
Li Sheng had no answer for that.
Little Ao said, "I want to drink it. I trust big sister. She's a good person."
Li Sheng snorted and waved his hand. "Do as you wish, then. I may have been overly cautious."
Little Ao took the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one go.
As soon as the medicine entered his stomach, he felt a warmth spreading through his legs, his face contorting in pain.
"Grandma..." He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair, his small face scrunched up in agony. "It hurts, my legs hurt so much."
"Haha, young lady, your medicine has made things worse!" one bystander said gleefully. "How are you going to compensate for this?"
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