Chapter Twelve Thirty Like Wolves

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  "Let me take care of the nun's illness?" Shi Wei was slightly startled.

  Although he often says "healing and saving people is a doctor's duty", opening a clinic ultimately boils down to making a living.

  If you say to give the nun a check-up, it's not that it can't be done, but after checking, collecting a medical fee seems impolite to the Buddhist temple, and not collecting money, one is not a philanthropist, why bother going through the trouble for nothing.

  Ba Jitian saw Shi Wei and was a bit unwilling, so he quickly pulled him aside and whispered: "Shi Langzhong, you don't know the background of this Han Jing's host, she is actually the cousin of Xin County Magistrate, if you treat her illness, there will only be benefits and no harm."

  So that's how it is.

  I didn't expect that Nian Ci An had a county magistrate's background, no wonder Ba Jie Tian was so polite to this little nun, it seems that this relationship is also related.

  Shi Wei was about to speak when Jing Yu behind him said, "This illness is so stubborn that even Shen Langzhong of Lianren Xintang cannot cure it. What's the use of bothering this young donor? I think we should not trouble him."

  Shen Langzhong, Shen Houpu?

  This little nun wouldn't have mentioned Shen Houpu, but as soon as she did, Ba Jie Tian's face turned red with rage: "That quack doctor surnamed Shen is nothing but a fake! Don't be fooled, Master. Last time I got a strange illness and was almost killed by that old fool. Luckily, this Stone Weirang had a wonderful hand and brought me back to life."

  "Is this really true?" Jingyu's face showed a strange expression.

  "Of course," said Ba Jitian, nodding his head. "I'm sure the doctor who treated Miss Xiong's illness must have heard of it too. This Stone Wei is almost done curing Miss's illness, and Master Shi wouldn't put her illness in his eyes."

  That quiet jade looked up and down at Shi Wei, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

  It is said that seeing is believing, and although Ba Jie Tian's words were mysterious, Jing Yu had not personally seen Shi Wei in action. Looking at the young man before him who didn't look like much, it was only natural to find it hard to believe.

  Jing Yu's gaze was piercing, her questioning of Shi Wei's abilities unbridled and uninhibited, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  Shi Wei sneered, "Although I'm not talented, I do know a thing or two about medicine. As for the illness that Han Jing is suffering from, I might be able to cure it. If I fail, I won't charge any medical fees."

  Although Jingyu doubted Shiwei's ability, she also wanted to take charge of the patient who was tormented by the disease. Maybe this young doctor really had some skills, and even if he couldn't cure him, it wouldn't be a big deal.

  After a moment of contemplation, Jing Yu said: "Since that's the case, after I release the fish, would you mind accompanying me to Nian Ci An?"

  The plan was set, Shi Wei had Ba Jie Tian send someone to Ping An Tang to retrieve his medical box. After the young nun released more than 20 beautiful large fish, he followed her to Nian Ci An in the east of the city, two miles away.

  It was in the midst of a scorching summer afternoon, and the temple was quiet and deserted with only a few pilgrims.

  Jingyu led Shi Wei, who was covered in sweat, into the main gate, through the main hall, and straight to the backyard.

  Entering the backyard, a towering cypress tree first comes into view, under which a white dog is tied up and lying on the ground with its tongue hanging out, fast asleep. A small, exquisite Buddhist shrine stands in the shade of the tree.

  Before entering, Shi Wei heard the sound of knocking on the wooden fish coming from inside the Buddhist hall, and vaguely, there was also a woman's voice muttering some scriptures.

  Jingyu went ahead and entered the Buddhist hall to transmit the message. Not a moment later, he came out and said, "The master has invited Shi Langzhong to enter."

  "I went in then."

  Shi Wei smiled at Jing Yu, but her pretty face was cold and clear. Shi Wei felt a bit disappointed and walked into the Buddhist hall with big strides, carrying his medical box.

  As soon as he stepped inside, Jing Yu closed the large temple gate behind him with a creak.

  Seeing a doctor is nothing shameful, why lock the door...

  Shi Wei was puzzled in his heart, and he swept a glance around. In the large Buddhist hall, there was only one bronze statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva standing in the center, and a nun sat on a meditation cushion with her back to him, still knocking on the wooden fish drum.

  This nun must be that Cold Mirror Shifu.

  Shi Wei put down the medicine box and cupped his hands: "I am Shi Wei, at your service."

  The nun stopped and stood up, turning her head around, also saluting Shi Yue: "Poor nun Han Jing has manners."

  Shi Wei took a glance at the hostess, and saw that she was about the same age as his wife, with a fair and delicate complexion. Her wide, dark dress slightly covered her slender figure, which, although not stunningly beautiful, still had a certain charm to it.

  All the nuns in this temple, big or small, are quite pretty, but unfortunately they all became nuns, what a pity...

  At the moment of Shi Wei's sigh, she looked up and gazed at her reflection in the cold mirror. She saw that her cheeks were rosy as if made-up, but her complexion was slightly purplish, with a hint of fatigue evident on her face, clearly showing signs of illness.

  Han Jing saw him staring at her like that and couldn't help but show a displeased expression, "Shi Shu Zhu staring at me like this seems to be against etiquette."

  This cold mirror is indeed a person with a background, and his temper is also big. Shi Wei only looked at him for a few eyes and bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction.

  "When a doctor diagnoses an illness, he emphasizes 'looking, listening, asking and feeling'. I just took a look at your complexion, Madam. How can that be impolite?" Shi Wei said calmly.

  Han Jing paused for a moment and nodded: "Amitabha, Shi Zong's words are reasonable."

  Shi Wei invited Han Jing to sit down, "I observe that the master's complexion seems to have symptoms of insufficient qi and blood, but I don't know what symptoms the master has?"

  "Alas, this illness is strange to say the least. Normally, there's no pain, just occasional fever, loss of appetite, insomnia... every night..." Hanjing trailed off, hesitant to continue.

  "What happens every night?"

  Han Jing seemed to have something difficult to say, and after a pause, he said: "Nothing much, just that I haven't been sleeping well every night, and when I wake up in the morning, I feel extremely tired and my body is getting weaker day by day."

  This cold mirror is obviously hiding something about her condition. Looking at her like that, it seems like there's some hard-to-speak symptom.

  This old nun is really shameless.

  Shi Wei smiled secretly in his heart and didn't ask more questions for now. He just let Han Jing stretch out his hand to take his pulse instead.

  A moment later, Shi Wei's mouth corners revealed a hint of a smile.

  Han Jing asked: "Master Shi Zong, have you diagnosed what illness the poor nun is suffering from?"

  Shi Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead with a cloth handkerchief, "The nun's illness, I have some conjectures, but I'm afraid it's hard to make a definitive diagnosis."

  "What's with this 'can't be determined' business? Can you cure it or can't you?" Han Jing Shifeng asked, her face filled with skepticism.

  Shi Wei slowly rolled down his sleeves and said, "I think Shifu just now wanted to say something but stopped herself, seemingly hiding something about her illness. As medical practitioners, we must be thoroughly familiar with the patient's condition in order to prescribe the right medicine. If Shifu hides even a little bit from me, it may lead to misdiagnosis."

  It seems to have been said, Hanjing's expression flashed with a few moments of embarrassment, and he swallowed his words: "I don't have anything to hide, I've said everything that needs to be said."

  Seeing her embarrassed look, combined with the pulse diagnosis, Shi Wei actually had 70% confidence, but looking at the nun's evasive and slightly shy appearance, Shi Wei became more interested and wanted to see what she would say in person.

  He rolled his eyes a few times, then said: "Alright, let's not talk about this for now. I'd like to ask you, Master, have you ever heard of the saying 'Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger'?"

  "Thirty as wolf, forty as tiger?" Hanjing didn't think he would suddenly ask such a strange question, and shook his head with a bewildered expression.

  Shi Wei coughed lightly and said seriously: "In our eyes as doctors, ** is the nature of human beings. The so-called 'thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger' means that women in their thirties and forties are at the peak of their lust, and their desire for lust is like a starving tiger, even if it's a man..."

  "Shut up!"

  Shi Wei hadn't finished speaking when he was abruptly interrupted by Han Jing's stern voice. At this point, the hostess had already listened with a flushed face and an embarrassed expression, amidst which a few hints of anger were brewing.

  She glared at Shi Wei, scolding: "In the pure and quiet Buddhist temple, in front of the Bodhisattva, how can a donor speak such filthy words? Don't you know that among all living beings' sufferings, none surpasses desire? You look down on it so lightly, aren't you afraid of falling into Avici Hell in the future? Amitabha Buddha, what a sin, what a sin."

  Han Jing's reaction was within his expectations, and Shi Wei wasn't surprised either. He just smiled faintly and said: "Master Tai is being too serious, isn't she? Although I'm not a Buddhist monk, I also know that the Buddha said 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form'. Master Tai is a Buddhist nun, but she's attached to what's called a single word 'form', which is somewhat beneath her."

  Shi Wei called this 'using poison to attack poison', although it had a hint of strong words and robbery, but for the time being, it stunned Han Jing.

  Seeing her expression ease, Shi Wei stood up and sighed: "I've heard that the Buddha also said that the human body is just a stinky leather bag. If Master Tai sees it this way too, then even if this stinky leather bag is broken, there's no need to be attached to repairing it. Since Master Tai doesn't want to tell me the truth, I'll take my leave. Master Tai can slowly waste away; in less than a month, you should be able to go to the Western Heaven to pay respects to the Buddha."

  Shi Wei shook his head and sighed, picked up his own medicine box, and walked out without looking back.

  Just as he was about to open the door, the cold mirror behind him suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Master, stay your step."