Gong Lihua felt his head buzzing, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to the top of his head. His temples were pounding, and his face was swollen and hot.
He is now over sixty years old. Counting his work as a wandering doctor when he was young, he has been treating patients for more than thirty years. This is the first time that someone has pointed his nose at him and humiliated him like this.
Gong Lihua wanted to ask, which doctor dares to say that he has never had a misdiagnosis in his life?
Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he would not dare to say that he could treat all diseases in the world.
But the person who spoke was Shen Zhonglei, the parent official of Yongzhou Prefecture.
Even if Gong Lihua was dissatisfied, he could only grit his teeth and swallow the blood.
Shen Zhonglei stepped forward to check on Xu's condition and asked her in a low voice what else she felt uncomfortable about.
When Mrs. Xu saw Shen Zhonglei caring about her so much, most of her previous unhappiness instantly disappeared. She smiled gently at him and said, "Master, I didn't tell you that I just caught a cold when I went out during the day. I took two doses of medicine and it made me sweat after a good sleep." Enough."
Shen Zhonglei said with some annoyance: "I should have asked Madam Tong where her home is, but now I can't find anyone even if I try to find her."
Gong Lihua was about to leave in despair, but when he heard these words coming from the back room, his hand holding the medicine box tightened instantly, and he wanted to smash the medicine box on Shen Zhonglei's head.
The maid at the door had already lifted the thick curtain, and the cold wind outside the door roared into the warm room, but it did not cool down his hot cheeks at all.
"Doctor Palace?" Seeing that he stood still, the maid couldn't help but urge him, her tone no longer respectful as before.
What Shen Zhonglei said just now was equivalent to a death sentence for him. The Shen Mansion would never ask him to see a doctor again in the future.
Gong Lihua felt that the medicine box in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, making his waist bend more and more, making it impossible for him to straighten up.
He walked out of Shen's house with a numb expression. He didn't feel cold at all, but his cheeks felt hot.
As Gong Lihua walked, he felt something cold fall on his face. He raised his hand and touched it, and his fingertips were slightly moist.
He cursed in his heart that he was worthless. How could he still shed tears at his old age?
But then, more cold touches continued to fall on his face, hurting him. Gong Lihua looked up at the sky, only to realize that it was actually snowing.
"Master, Master!" Yin Xianglei, who was sitting in the carriage waiting for him to come out, ran over, "Master, the carriage is parked on the north side, why did you go south?"
Only then did Gong Lihua remember that he came by car.
If Yin Xianglei hadn't seen him, he might have just walked back to Hua'antang.
Yin Xianglei noticed that Gong Lihua was in a bad mood, and thought it was Xu's serious condition, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took Gong Lihua's medicine box with one hand, held his arm with the other, and helped him into the carriage.
Returning to Hua'antang, Gong Lihua first asked someone to close the door of the medical clinic, and then sat blankly in the lobby. His eyes swept over the medicine cabinets on one wall, then passed a row of medicine hangers on the wall, and turned around and landed on the medicine cabinet. On the portrait of the ancestor on the wall.
He entered a medical school as an apprentice at the age of fifteen, and started working as a traveling doctor at the age of twenty. He wandered until he was in his fifties, and finally got a chance to show off his skills when he met Mr. Xu.
Everything in Hua'an Hall was personally inspected and made by him.
What he thought at the time was that, if nothing unexpected happened, this would be the place where he would settle down and settle down in his later years.
Every table, every chair, every cabinet and drawer in the room was all to his liking.
After opening, he worked diligently and conscientiously, and the reputation of the medical clinic became better and better day by day. With Xu's help, it soon became the most famous medical clinic in Yongzhou Prefecture. Whoever was sick at home would be the first to think of him. The best thing is to come to Hua Antang.
At that time, Gong Lihua had not yet accepted any disciples, and he had no extra money to hire other doctors. He worked from dawn to dusk alone, diagnosing pulses and prescribing prescriptions, but he did not feel tired at all.
This medical center is his wish that he has never given up even though he has been wandering for most of his life. It is also the final destination he has built for himself in this life.
Ever since he was an apprentice at a young age, he had always hoped that he could be like his master, recruiting many disciples and disciples, and become a widely loved Xinglin master who would protect the people of his area.
Over the past few years, he thought he was working step by step towards his dream.
Unexpectedly, it was just a misdiagnosis, and everything was shattered like a bubble.
Gong Lihua locked himself in the lobby of the medical center and sat blankly all night.
Shen Zhonglei's previous words kept rolling around in his mind.
As the sky outside became brighter, Gong Lihua felt that his thoughts were gradually becoming clearer.
Doctors are also human beings, and no one can guarantee that they will not make mistakes in their lifetime.
Similarly, doctors cannot guarantee that they will not diagnose the wrong pulse or diagnose the wrong disease.
He just made a mistake that most doctors would make. The only difference was that he was unlucky and met Lady Tong.
Mrs. Tong was young, and she revealed the mystery with one word, which made it more and more obvious that he was not good at academics at his age.
The more Gong Lihua thought about it, the more he felt that this was what happened.
Without Mrs. Tong, even if Mrs. Zhao died of a serious illness, no one would dare to say it was his fault.
Now because of Lady Tong, not only has his reputation been damaged, but he has also lost his great supporter, the prefect's wife.
If this continues, I don’t know how long Hua Antang can hold on.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Tong's whereabouts have been erratic, and no one knows where she studied and where she is.
Gong Lihua tried every means to set up a trap, and finally let Luo Shizhong and his wife take their children to seek help.
His original intention at that time was to make Mrs. Tong miss and fall in public and be embarrassed. The people watching could see that this Mrs. Tong, who was said to be a miracle doctor, also had incurable diseases and people who could not be saved.
In this way, everyone was even, so this matter was not mentioned.
Unexpectedly, Madam Tong not only did not miss, she also rescued the child easily.
Gong Lihua knew at that time that he had underestimated the enemy, and Lady Tong must have seen his intentions.
In this case, the only choice is to fight to the death to see who is more capable.
After making up his mind, Gong Lihua's expression gradually returned to calm.
At this time, the sun outside the window has jumped above the horizon.
The morning light shines through the window paper, gradually covering all the furnishings in the house with a slightly glowing gauze.
Gong Lihua looked around at the relatively elegant displays, his expression becoming more and more ferocious, as if he saw that in the not-too-distant future, everything here would become dilapidated and full of dust... just like his miserable future. The general situation of the year.
He was old and no longer had the energy to carve out a piece of land for himself and buy an estate.
But in the past few years, his time in Yongzhou Prefecture was not in vain. He also had his own network of contacts in various walks of life.
Madam Tong, since you insist on having trouble with me.
Then when I fall into the abyss, I will definitely drag you with me to be buried with me!
