"I don't want you to cure a hundred people, I want you to cure a hundred people to death."
The Strange Doctor's cold voice echoed in the room. It was like ice from hell, freezing the smile on Sima Ping's face.
The girl thought she was hallucinating and carefully repeated, "Master … What did you say?"
The Strange Doctor looked at his disciple's eyes and his expression was unprecedentedly serious, "I said, if you go down the mountain and cure a hundred people to death, I'll teach you the Divine Knife Technique when you come back."
Sima Ping was shocked, "Master!
What are you talking about!
We are doctors, how can we kill people!? "
"What a joke … A doctor who has never killed anyone, is he a doctor?" The Strange Doctor said indifferently, "What do you think a doctor is?
Roaming among the neighbors, possessing an excellent reputation, widely loved and respected by the neighbors, well-known in the three villages and five miles, and even a miraculous hand that could bring people back to life, curing all kinds of difficult diseases, and even becoming famous all over the world, becoming a national master of medicine. Is there any disease in the world that you can't cure?
His eyes suddenly became cold and stern, "Do you think you're a doctor?
Every few days, he would go down the mountain for a stroll around the village. Auntie Zhang had a fever, Grandpa Li had a cough, and Little Wang had broken his arm. Yet, he casually wrote a prescription for them, grabbed some medicine for them, and cured them without charging any consultation fees or medicinal herbs. Hearing them thank him profusely, he felt a sense of accomplishment … Do you think that you can be considered a doctor just because of this?
If you haven't cured anyone to death, what kind of doctor are you? "
"Go down the mountain and kill people for me. After you cure a hundred people to death, come back. If you still want to learn, I'll teach you the Divine Knife Technique."
The Strange Doctor said coldly, "I'll allow you to bring enough money. You don't have to charge for the medicine, you don't have to charge for the treatment, you continue to hold onto your so-called heart of a doctor, relieving the patients of their pain, restoring their health, and starting a new life … Just like what you've always dreamed of."
"Everyone you meet, no matter rich or poor, no matter how sick or sick they are, as long as they need your help, as long as you want to help them, then treat them with all your heart. Try your best to help them recover their health and get rid of their pain. I want you to do your best, use the best medicinal herbs, and use everything you've learned in your life to help everyone who is plagued by illness escape from the abyss of suffering …"
He looked at his only disciple, and a trace of pity and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a stone-like gaze. He slowly said, "Then, you will eventually kill the patient, and you will be powerless in the end.
You will eventually meet a patient that you cannot save. You will see the dying person moaning helplessly in bed, feel the vitality flowing out of his body, listen to his pain and fear, and feel the fragility and despair of life …
"You will use all the methods, use all your medical skills, everything you've learned in your life, and give it your all, but you will still be unable to save his life. You will see his face gradually turn gray, you will hear the desperate cries of his family members, and you will feel the sadness of losing his life. You will receive the family members' sorrowful gratitude, or the irrational roars and violence. These are all things that every qualified doctor should experience … Then you will know clearly that you have cured a person to death, but you did not save his life. You will see a life quietly disappear under your observation, and you are powerless to do anything about it."
Sima Ping's expression had turned from confusion to paleness. She mumbled, "How can it be …"
"How can it not be?
You think your medical skills have already been perfected?
That you are invincible?
That you can cure all the difficult diseases in the world? "
Senran said. "Or rather, do you want to abandon the critically ill patients with the excuse that they are terminally ill?
If there is a cure, why give it up?
There are some illnesses that not only you, but even those so-called famous doctors in the world are powerless to treat. It's not because they're not skilled enough, it's not because they don't understand medicine. It's because they're all cowards. Conventional rules and restrictions bind them, causing them to lack the courage to move forward … "
"So, go, my disciple."
The strange doctor's tone gradually became calm. "Go down the mountain and cure a hundred people to death. Taste the loss of life and feel your own incompetence. Then, think carefully about what went wrong and why you cannot cure them …"
"Even after you have cured a hundred people to death, you still feel pity for those who have died. You want their sadness to not be repeated, instead of convincing yourself to ignore them with the excuse that they are terminally ill and that life and death are up to fate. If you still have this kind of pity, instead of becoming one of those so-called famous doctors with a heart of stone … then come back to me. I will teach you the Godly Knife Technique."
Sima Ping's expression had already changed. She took two steps back, and her pale face trembled violently. Medicine was cruel. The life of a doctor was not only filled with the patients' gratitude and dependence, but also helplessness and sadness that could not be dissolved. There were always patients that could not be cured, and there were always lives that could not be saved. She did not understand it before under the protection of her master, but today, she finally realized it …
"Why, are you scared?
Do you finally understand?
Medicine is not the kind of game that you think it is … If you are only dreaming of being the female miracle doctor that everyone admires, you better give up this idea now. "
The strange doctor looked at his disciple coldly. "If you want to learn the Godly Knife Technique, this is the only requirement. Go down the mountain, cure a hundred people to death, and then come back to me … If you can't do it, then get out of here. If you dare to mention this in the future, I will no longer recognize you as my disciple … The Godly Knife Technique is not prepared for cowards!"
Sima Ping's expression was agitated. Her body swayed twice, and bean sized tears flowed down. Her expression was aggrieved and sad. She turned around and rushed out of the door, leaving behind an uncontrollable cry floating in the air.
The Eccentric Doctor watched his disciple leave. After a while, he sighed softly … "Retreat in the face of difficulties. Little girl, be a coward, be a smart person. Don't try to treat illnesses that can't be cured. Don't try to save patients that can't be saved. Be a doctor that follows the rules. Only then can your life be peaceful and happy. This path is too cruel for you …"
Sun Lang was slowly going down the mountain, looking at the scenery along the way. Suddenly, his expression changed, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face. Then, he rolled his eyes, "… Forget it, let's go and have a look, for the sake of the essential balm."
He turned around and walked in another direction. The paladin used his body movement, and his speed was extremely fast. Soon, he arrived under a hidden mountain rock. There was an uncontrollable cry coming from there. Sun Lang looked over, and sure enough, it was the flat-chested Miss Sima Ping. So, this person, is afraid of the wrong name. You are already called Sima Ping, and you still want to be bigger?
He walked forward and deliberately made footsteps. Sima Ping was slightly surprised. She looked up, and then turned her head to the side with red eyes, "What are you looking at?
Have you never been scolded by your master before? "
"No, crying is tiring and exhausting. It is an unnecessary action, so I can't even cry at that time."
Sun Lang shrugged, walked forward, and looked at the girl, "You are crying so miserably … Is it because you begged your master to teach you the Divine Knife Technique again, and then got scolded again?"
"It's none of your business!"
Sima Ping fiercely glared at him, but because of sadness, she cried again. Then, she reached out her hand to grab Sun Lang's shoulder.
The paladin nimbly dodged to the side and frowned, "What are you doing?"
"How can you be like this!" Sima Ping cried. "I'm just sad and want a shoulder to cry on.
You don't want to take advantage of me?
Are you still a man …? "
"… You are crying like this, and you still dare to hug me. Do you also want to cry down there?"