บท 2: Chapter 2: The Main Wife Pleads Her Case
บรรณาธิการ: EndlessFantasy Translation
Hearing Huang Xiaolong's provocatively unfiltered words, Song Yuru felt somewhat flustered.
Granted, Song Yuru was just a first-year college student with almost zero experience in the outside world, but the appearance, dress, and demeanor of these two middle-aged men indicated that they were not to be trifled with!
They might be Richie Riches!
Huang Xiaolong, a country boy who came to the city for work, crossing these types of people, what could possibly go well?
Song Yuru, being kind-hearted, hurriedly said, "Stop talking nonsense! It's not right to curse at others!"
Huang Xiaolong responded with a playful grin. "Great, you are concerned about me already! I knew it, we're destined for each other. We're both enamored at first sight and so caring for each other..."
"Oh my god! Enough with your sweet talk! Never mind, I can't be bothered with you!" Song Yuru gave Huang Xiaolong a disgusted glance.
At this point, the two middle-aged men surprisingly didn't react angrily.
"This... young man, why... why would you say this?" The sallow-faced middle-aged man asked hesitantly.
Huang Xiaolong replied nonchalantly. "Simple. I can see that you both are critically ill and near death. Of course, you can deny it. Your lives have nothing to do with me."
Hearing Huang Xiaolong repeatedly provoking others, Song Yuru began mentally mourning for him.
However, unexpectedly!
"Young man, can you... Is it true you can tell we are seriously ill? This..." The sallow-faced middle-aged man's face showed a trace of humility, actually lowering his voice. "Can you... be more specific?"
"Huh?" Song Yuru was taken aback.
Huang Xiaolong was utterly audacious and these two middle-aged men were still so accommodating. It was very strange. Could he really have diagnosed something?
Unbelievable! Without any medical equipment or even checking their pulse, just at one glance, he could uncover someone's illness. Isn't that something miraculous?
Huang Xiaolong calmly turned to the two middle-aged men, "I'll start with you..."
He said to the sallow-faced middle-aged man, "Your jaundice is severe. Heat and dampness have affected your liver and gallbladder. Look at yourself, your face is yellowish, even your collar has been stained yellow. Haven't your urine and sweat turned progressively yellow in recent years? I think you've probably gone to the hospital but the treatment wasn't particularly effective, right? I'll be frank with you, if you keep going at this rate, you won't live past a year."
After hearing Huang Xiaolong's diagnosis, the sallow-faced middle-aged man was like a statue struck by lightning. He was in a daze, swaying, and completely lost.
Every word Huang Xiaolong said was correct!
Song Yuru was also shocked. Especially when Huang Xiaolong was giving his diagnosis, he exuded an almost authoritative aura, altering his whole demeanor. He was no longer sluggish, but naturally dignified.
Huang Xiaolong then turned to the other middle-aged man. "You're worse off. You have irreversible cirrhosis of the liver, it's in its late stages, oh, and you're on the brink of cancer."
"How do you know!" The man abruptly stood up.
Indeed, just by taking a glance, one could see that his lower abdomen was swollen and puffy, like that of a pregnant woman in her seventh month, a telltale sign of abdominal ascites.
These two middle-aged men, on their journey deep into the mountains, sought after folk remedies for their ailments. However, being unsuccessful, they dejectedly returned to Binhai City.
Now on the train, they encountered this extraordinary young man who deciphered their diseases in one go, they resolved to clutch at straws.
"Young man, you see, if you could, do you think you could treat our ailments?" The jaundiced man asked pleadingly, even addressing Huang Xiaolong respectfully.
"Of course I can cure you. For me, it's a piece of cake." Huang Xiaolong chuckled.
"Bragging…" Song Yuru pouted cutely, but she clearly didn't believe Huang Xiaolong's words.
Jaundice and late-stage liver cirrhosis, these are significant challenges in the medical fields nowadays.
Even if it were a master doctor, they wouldn't dare to lightly claim that they could cure it, right?
"Believe it or not, it's up to you guys." Huang Xiaolong said no more, took out a military canteen from his canvas bag, and leisurely began to drink water.
"We believe! We believe you, young man!" The two middle-aged men said in unison.
Their current situation was comparable to a drowning person having found a life-saving straw, how could they let it go easily?
"Please, young man, we beg you, treat our diseases. Don't worry about the consultation fee, as long as you say the word, there shall be no problem." The jaundiced man said, trembling.
"Here's the thing..." After Huang Xiaolong finished his water, he put away his canteen and said slowly. "You guys slandered me earlier. I'm a person who distinctively remembers grudges, so in principle I wouldn't treat your diseases. But today is an exception. As the saying goes, one is in a great mood during times of joy. Today, I'm happy because I found my wife... Therefore, as long as my wife speaks, I'll treat your diseases for free. Heard that? For free."
After saying this, Huang Xiaolong didn't say much else and turned to gaze at the mountains whizzing by outside the train window.
"Stop it! Who's your wife!" Song Yuru turned red from embarrassment. She was an unmarried girl, who didn't even have a boyfriend. But today, Huang Xiaolong had taken full advantage of that, calling her 'wife' repeatedly.
"Miss, beauty..." The two middle-aged men immediately leaned towards Song Yuru, trying to win her over. "Miss, please give the word to your boyfriend, save us..."
In order to please Huang Xiaolong, the two middle-aged men even shamelessly considered Huang Xiaolong as Song Yuru's 'boyfriend'.
Song Yuru replied speechlessly. "How did he become my boyfriend?"
"Well... ahem... Miss, saving a life is greater than building a seven-storied pagoda. You wouldn't bear to watch us die right?" The two middle-aged men, looking pitiful, implored Song Yuru. "Please, we beg you."
Song Yuru was a very kind-hearted girl. Seeing these two nearly tearful middle-aged men begging so desperately, she sympathized with them. "So, uh, do you guys really believe his words?"
My dear, it's a matter of life and death, they had no choice but to believe!
"We believe!"
"Oh~~ I don't believe him. Never mind, I'll put in a good word for you." Song Yuru looked at Huang Xiaolong. "Um, your name is Huang Xiaolong, right? Can... can you help them?"
"Mm-hmm, since my wife asked, I will absolutely comply. I'm in such a good mood today... hehehe." Huang Xiaolong replied with a chuckle. "Don't worry, wife, with me on the job, they'd find it hard to die even if they wanted to."
"Stop calling me your wife!" Song Yuru was at her wits' end with Huang Xiaolong.
This guy was as thick-skinned as a city wall!
Huang Xiaolong stood up, looked around, and pointed at a plastic bucket filled with over a dozen crucian carp at the foot of a farmer. To the jaundiced man, he said, "Hey you, go buy six crucian carp from there. I'll cure your disease."
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