Elixir Supplier

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"It's good that you feel much better. You look much healthier. You shouldn't have any health problems for now," said Wang Yao.

"Thank you, I should go now," said the elderly gentleman in his 70's.

The elderly gentleman left with a smile. Nothing was more important than health to people at his age.

Wang Yao only saw one patient in the morning. He also prescribed an herbal formula for the patient. Pan Jun gave him a red pack at noon before he left as usual.

"You are losing money by doing this," said Wang Yao with a smile.

"I don't think so." Pan Jun shook his head.

Now Wang Yao was known to more and more people gradually. Some people heard that there was a young and capable doctor in Renhe clinic who was good at treating illnesses such as headaches. Although Wang Yao was not very well-known to the public, more and more people started to get to know him. It was like a product being on sale in a supermarket. The product would attract a lot of attention in a very short period of time. If the product was good, more and more people would buy it. Naturally, the supermarket would make more money.

Pan Jun only lost money in short term. In the long term, he would make a good profit.

"Thank you, see you next time," said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao accepted the payment which was pre-arranged. It was the agreement between him and Pan Jun.

"He is still so stubborn. Is it that difficult to stay for a meal?" said Pan Jun with a smile as he watched Wang Yao leave.

"I don't think he cares about the meal. He doesn't look like a poor guy. His vehicle is not cheap, is it?" said Pan Mei.

"It is more than not cheap!" said Pan Jun.

"Our income has increased so fast since he started to work here, even after deducting the expense of wild herbs. I didn't expect it," said Pan Mei with a smile.

"Good!" said Pan Jun after keeping silent for a while.

After Wang Yao had arrived home, he started to prepare for the herbs required to make pills. He was not going to make the same pills he had made previously; he was going to create new pill.

Ginseng, glossy ganoderma, angelica...Moonlight herb, Shanjing, Guiyuan, Ziyu, irony plum blossom.

All the herbs Wang Yao had picked were valuable. Almost half of the herbs were licorice roots. If he could make the herbal pills successfully using those herbs, the pills would be extraordinary, they would be called an elixir.

Wang Yao was not sure how effective the pills would be, but he had decided to use those herbs to make pills.

Wang Yao wanted to make the best herbal pill ever. He also put it into action.

But the timing was not good.

Someone came to Nanshan hill in a hurry the next morning.

"What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?" said Wang Yao when he saw the person.

It was Wang Mingbao. "Jesus, what's going on here with you?!" said Wang Mingbao as soon as he saw Wang Yao.

"Why did you say so?" asked Wang Yao.

"I just saw about eight rats running downhill crazily on my way here," said Wang Mingbao.

"Rats? No wonder San Xian ran out of his dog house just now," said Wang Yao.

"What do you have here?" asked Wang Mingbao.

"I have an eagle, a dog, herb, and trees," said Wang Yao with a smile.

"Why do the rats still come here even though they know there's a dog and an eagle around?" asked Wang Mingbao.

"Maybe they ate something they were not supposed to, or maybe they just wanted to see if they could fight against their predators. After all, there were quite a few of them," joked Wang Yao.

"Stop joking, I've got something serious to tell you," said Wang Mingbao.

"Okay, please come in." Wang Yao invited Wang Mingbao to the cottage.

He left whatever was happening outside to San Xian and Da Xia.

"Wei Hai came to me again today," said Wang Mingbao.

"He went to see you again? Is he getting sicker?" asked Wang Yao anxiously.

"No. He went to Beijing two days ago to be reviewed by a specialist," said Wang Mingbao.

"How is it going?" asked Wang Yao. He made Wang Mingbao a cup of tea.

"He is getting better. Your treatment has been effective," said Wang Mingbao.

"Good to hear it!" said Wang Yao with a smile. It indicated that his treatment was on the right track, and he could implement the next step of the treatment plan.

"You just didn't see how happy he was; he was like a child," said Wang Mingbao.

Wei Hai visited Wang Mingbao in his store as soon as he returned from Beijing. He looked so sincerely happy that Wang Mingbao was even a bit worried that something went wrong. Wang Mingbao had no idea why Wei Hai couldn't stop smiling. When Wei Hai told Wang Mingbao about the results of the medical review he got in Beijing, Wang Mingbao was also happy for him. Wei Hai was apparently getting better. Wang Mingbao was happy for Wang Yao as well because his best friend made a miracle again.

"Seeing hope when someone is desperate is always a good thing," said Wang Yao after drinking some tea.

"Yes, Wei Hai kept asking me where you live so that he could thank you in person," said Wang Mingbao.

"Please don't tell him!" said Wang Yao. He knew Wei Hai wouldn't leave him alone if he knew where he lived. Wei Hai would come to him every single day to ask him to treat him.

"I know. Don't worry. When are you going to see him again? I can let him know the next time he comes to me," said Wang Mingbao.

"After I've finished brewing the decoction for him," said Wang Yao.

"Okay," said Wang Mingbao.

The two of them went to town to have lunch. Wang Yao received a call on his way back to Nanshan hill. It was Pan Jun who called him.

"A patient in the town hospital?" asked Wang Yao in surprise.

The reason why Pan Jun called him was because Pan Jun came across a patient with a weird disease. He hoped that Wang Yao could see the patient. Wang Yao hesitated because he didn't have a medical certificate yet. It was a different story to see patients in the hospital from seeing patients in a private clinic.

"Sorry, I'm not available." Wang Yao turned him down after thinking for a while.

Pan Jun sighed at the other end of the phone, as he couldn't do anything about it.

The news of a patient who died in the town hospital due to incorrect diagnosis traveled fast throughout Lianshan in the afternoon. It was big news for a small town, especially under current circumstances that the conflict between doctors and patients had become worse.

The patient's family conducted the funeral in front of the town hospital. The entrance of the hospital was blocked by shrouds, mourning clothes, and elegiac couplets, which were all white in color. All the passengers stopped and took a look at what was going on.

"Hey, what's going on here?" asked a female passenger.

"Someone died in the hospital!" said an elderly woman.

"I heard about it. He was fine when he was admitted, but lost his life within an hour!" said a man in his 40's.

"How could that happen?" said a tall man with glasses.

"I heard that they gave him the wrong medication," said the elderly woman.

"I think people with serious illnesses won't come to this hospital. This is not a very good hospital," said the man in his 40's.

Those people who had no idea of what exactly happened in the hospital just guessed, gossiped and passed information to one another.

At the same time, the leaders of the hospital, head of the related department, and doctors gathered together to discuss how to deal with the incident. It was a medical malpractice issue, which required instant attention. Otherwise, the incident would continue to be spread around by people in the town and bring more damage to the hospital.

"Now, I need your opinions on how to deal with this incident," said one of the hospital leaders.

"What does the family want?" asked one of the doctors.

"They want one million yuan as compensation," said another leader.

"One million? That old man was very sick, and his disease developed extremely fast. I don't think we've done anything wrong!" said the head of the department where the patient was treated.

"We understand, but the family won't, neither will those people from media and the leaders from the Health Department. The patient died in our hospital, and we have to take the responsibility," said one of the leaders of the hospital.

"I see what you mean, but one million is just excessive. Like what Dr. Zhen said, he was sick and happened to come to our hospital," said one of the doctors.

"Shall we talk to the family first?" asked one of the hospital leaders.

Lianshan was not big. The incident of someone dying in the hospital due to malpractice was considered explosive news. The news went fast and appeared on the internet.

"A patient died in the town hospital due to malpractice from the doctors. Town hospital?" Wang Yao saw the news on the internet too.

What a coincidence. I hope it was not the same patient Pan Jun mentioned on the phone.

Wang Yao was not sure about it, so he called Pan Jun. The result was exactly what Wang Yao had presumed. The patient who died in the hospital was the same person Pan Jun wanted Wang Yao to see.

"Fortunately, you didn't come. We still don't know how to deal with it. Such a big headache!" said Pan Jun on the other side of the phone. He was still scared when thinking of the incident. It was a good thing Wang Yao didn't come. Otherwise, the patient could have died after being seen by Wang Yao, who didn't even have a medical certificate. It would be a disaster.

It would be true malpractice if a patient was seen by an external doctor without approval from the hospital. Who was going to take the responsibility? It would be either Wang Yao or Pan Jun taking the responsibility.