Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter 21 First Consultation in the Provincial Capital: One Injection is Enough

Chapter 21 Initial Consultation in the Provincial Capital: Acupuncture and Moxibustion

I. Silver needles to calm the rebellious spirits in the provincial capital

provincial capital.

A black sedan drove into the bustling city center, surrounded by towering buildings, heavy traffic, and a cacophony of noise.

Chen Shanhe sat in the passenger seat, his hand tightly gripping the medicine box.

Stepping into such a bustling place for the first time, I couldn't help but feel nervous, and even my breathing became a little lighter.

Murong Fangxiang turned her head to look at him and gently comforted him:

"Is this your first time here?"

"Um."

"Don't panic, you're relying on genuine skills."

The car stopped in front of a grand mansion with vermilion gates and high walls, exuding an imposing and solemn atmosphere.

The butler bowed and greeted him, his leather shoes gleaming. He glanced up and down at the simply dressed Chen Shanhe, his eyes revealing disdain, but out of respect for Murong Fangxiang, he dared not be negligent.

"Mr. Chen, please."

A woman in a cheongsam rushed over, her eyes red and her voice choked with emotion:

"Mr. Chen, please save my mother! Several experts from the provincial capital have come to see her, and they all say her pulse is erratic and there's no way to save her..."

Chen Shanhe walked to the bedside.

The old lady was convulsing violently, her mouth and eyes were crooked, thick phlegm and white foam were hanging from the corners of her mouth, and her breathing was scattered and she was about to die.

He lightly placed three fingers on his wrist to check his pulse, and within a few breaths, his brows furrowed deeply.

"When Qi and blood are disordered, liver wind suddenly arises, and phlegm obstructs the orifices—this is an acute stroke."

An elderly man with white hair and beard immediately slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily:

"How dare you, a mere youth, speak so recklessly! Such a critical illness could lead to death; can you bear the responsibility?!"

Chen Shanhe acted as if he hadn't heard.

With his left hand, he gently lifted the old lady's eyelids and saw that her pupils were unfocused and dull. He also observed that her tongue coating was thick, greasy, and yellow. He immediately understood what was going on.

He calmly opened the medicine box, picked out several silver needles with his fingertips, and with a slight flick of his wrist, inserted the three needles into the acupoints with swift precision.

The moment the silver needle touched the spot, the old lady's convulsions suddenly stopped, as if a pause had been pressed.

Before anyone could exclaim in surprise, Chen Shanhe moved his fingers again and steadily added two more needles.

The old lady coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and exhaled a long breath. Her previously weak and scattered breathing instantly became steady and long.

The room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was dumbfounded, standing there stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

The old man staggered back a few steps, only managing to steady himself by holding onto the corner of the table, his voice trembling:

"This...this is truly miraculous skill—stopping the wind with a single needle, calming the phlegm, and soothing the mind!"

Chen Shanhe picked up his pen and wrote square characters, his handwriting neat and vigorous.

"The patient's condition has stabilized and their life is out of danger. Continue to use this formula to resolve phlegm, extinguish wind, clear the meridians, and refresh the mind, while carefully recuperating."

The prescription was listed on the paper:

Gastrodia elata, Uncaria rhynchophylla, Acorus tatarinowii, processed Pinellia ternata, Arisaema cum Bile, Ligusticum chuanxiong, Buthus martensii, Poria cocos, Citrus reticulata peel, Glycyrrhiza uralensis.

"Decoct in water and take one dose daily. After three doses, the wind will subside and the phlegm will disappear. You will gradually see improvement after seven days, and with proper care for ten days, you will recover most of your condition. Remember to avoid greasy food, refrain from anger, and rest quietly."

Murong Fangxiang smiled, her eyes full of praise: "Mr. Chen's medical skills are truly miraculous."

Chen Shanhe put the needles back into the box, his tone calm and composed: "It's just helping those in distress, nothing more than my duty."

II. A Thousand Pieces of Gold for Medical Treatment, Deep Roots of Hometown

Outside the mansion, a cool evening breeze blew.

Murong Fangxiang saw him off at the door, followed by bodyguards, exuding an aura of power.

"Mr. Chen, why not stay the night? There are plenty of empty rooms in the mansion, so we can exchange medical knowledge."

"No, I have a lot of things to take care of on the mudflats, I need to get back as soon as possible."

"Now that you've built connections in the provincial capital, are you still attached to that small place, Qinglong Town?"

Chen Shanhe looked up at her, his eyes clear and firm:

"Qinglong Town is my root; I can't abandon it."

Murong Fangxiang nodded, her eyes showing more respect, and handed over a thick leather envelope:

"Here's 20,000 yuan, the consultation fee. You earned it through your own skills, so you should accept it."

Chen Shanhe frowned slightly: "Too many."

"This is out of respect for your medical skills, and also a matter of principle in the medical profession. There's no need to refuse."

Chen Shanhe stopped being polite, accepted the gift with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

The camera then shifts back to Qinglong Town.

The Wu family's old house.

Wu Meiniang sat upright in the main seat, lightly tapping the table with her fingertips, her expression indifferent.

The subordinate, head bowed, quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice:

"Sister, Chen Shanhe went to the provincial capital, and Murong Fangxiang picked him up in her own car."

Wu Meiniang raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone calm: "The eldest daughter of the Murong family?"

"Yes, absolutely true."

"That's interesting."

The subordinate continued, "Wu Yanchou of the Wu family is so anxious that he's started attacking Chen Shanhe's mudflats."

Wu Meiniang paused, her fingertips pausing. "Never mind, let's just watch the show."

III. The hatred over the toxic water destroying the beaches is hard to quell.

Inside the Temple of the Divine Turtle, the air was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

"Dr. Chen! Something terrible has happened on the mudflats!"

Chen Shanhe suddenly stood up: "What's wrong?"

Su Wanjing rushed in, panting, holding a bottle of murky, yellowish sewage, her voice trembling:

"Look! The water upstream has turned completely murky, and it smells strange! I just went to the mudflats, and there are dead fish everywhere, and all the shellfish seedlings are turning white. It's all ruined now!"

Chen Shanhe took the glass bottle, brought it close to his nose, and a pungent chemical smell assaulted his senses, instantly turning his face ashen.

"It's industrial waste!"

The two hurried towards the conch beach, where the scene before them was shocking.

The water surface was covered with dead, white fish, densely packed with them, belly up.

Seeing all her hard work go to waste, Su Wanjing's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes: "I've worked so hard for so long, and it's all gone... What am I going to do?"

Chen Shanhe squatted down and carefully examined the water quality and the gills of the dead fish. He said in a deep voice, "Without a doubt, it must have been done by Wu Yanqiu."

Su Wanjing panicked and was at a loss: "But we have no evidence. If they deny it to the death, there's nothing we can do!"

"Keep the evidence first. With evidence in hand, we won't have to worry about him denying it."

He immediately dialed Murong Fangxiang's number, his tone urgent: "Sister Fangxiang, my mudflats have been maliciously poisoned, and the industrial waste pollution is severe, causing huge losses."

"I'll arrange for an enforcement team to go there immediately."

Chen Shanhe turned to Su Wanjing and instructed, "You are in charge of taking photos and videos. Don't miss any scene. I will take samples for record-keeping."

Su Wanjing wiped away her tears, suppressed her grief, and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will definitely do it carefully."

Inside the Wu family's inner courtyard, an atmosphere of smug arrogance prevailed.

Wu Xinggui rushed in, covered in sweat and beaming with excitement: "Dad, it's done! Chen Shanhe's mudflats are completely destroyed, all the fish, shrimp, and shellfish seedlings are dead!"

Wu Yanchou sneered, his eyes fierce: "Hmph, Chen Shanhe, this is what happens when you oppose me, Wu Yanchou!"

IV. Official Suppression Leads to Undercurrents in Cases

The following day, police sirens wailed along the shore of Conch Beach.

The cordon was quickly set up, and personnel from the enforcement team, the environmental protection bureau, and the public security bureau arrived together to seal off the area, take samples, conduct interviews, and take statements in an orderly manner.

The police barged straight into the Wu family home and, without showing any leniency, dragged Wu Yanchou and his son Wu Xinggui out of the house.

The two were pale-faced, their hair disheveled, and they looked utterly wretched.

Wu Xinggui struggled and roared desperately, his arrogance boundless: "You have no evidence, what right do you have to arrest me! This is arbitrary arrest, I'm going to sue you!"

The police officer, with a stern expression, handed over a preliminary test report: "The composition of the wastewater sample matches perfectly with what your factory is discharging. Come with us for questioning."

Wu Yanchou's expression changed drastically, but he still tried to remain calm and argued, "Framed! Chen Shanhe deliberately framed me!"

Outside the crowd, Wu Meiniang wore a mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, observing the farce with indifference.

The subordinate whispered, "Sister, they've been arrested by the police."

Wu Meiniang curled her lips slightly and said indifferently, "Catch them? It's not that easy."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to signal, and the driver turned the tricycle around and quietly drove away from the crowd.

The atmosphere inside the police station was oppressive.

A sharp telephone ring suddenly sounded:

"Old Zhang! Release him immediately, or I'll take responsibility!"

The police officers handling the case looked helplessly at Chen Shanhe, their faces full of difficulty:

"Dr. Chen, the chain of evidence isn't strong enough right now. Someone from above has been putting pressure on us, so this case is really difficult to handle."

Su Wanjing stamped her feet in frustration: "Are we just going to let this go? It's so unfair to let them get away with it!"

He dialed Murong Fangxiang's number again, saying only one sentence:

"Sister Fangxiang, the case has been suppressed due to pressure."

On the other end of the phone, Murong Fangxiang's tone instantly turned icy cold: "I understand, leave it to me."

Chen Shanhe stood on the edge of the mudflats:

"Wu family, if you're going to play dirty tricks, I'll play along to the end."

A black sedan slowly drove past on a street corner in the distance.

Through the car window, Wu Meiniang glanced indifferently at Chen Shanhe's figure and softly uttered two words:

"interesting."

The car disappeared into the deep twilight. End of this chapter.