Chapter 82

Su Xinghui's heart stirred. If the nerves weren't completely dead, it should still be treatable. He recalled that Yu Maode had once treated some patients with hemiplegia, and his acupuncture was very effective for this kind of illness. It seemed he could try sending Xia Shisheng to Yu Maode for treatment.

Thinking of this, he said to Xia Shisheng, "Uncle Xia, I have an uncle-in-law who's a veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Jiangcheng. His medical skills are excellent, especially his acupuncture—it's second to none. If your nerves aren't dead, and it's just a hematoma that's strained the nerves, I think he might be able to treat it."

Xia Zhu and her mother were both shocked and overjoyed. Xia Zhu said, "Brother Xinghui, is what you're saying true?"

Su Xinghui nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course it's true. He's cured quite a few people."

Xia Shisheng was delighted at first, but then he shook his head and said, "But our family has no money!"

Xia Zhu said, "Brother Xinghui, could you beg your uncle-in-law to treat my dad first? Once I earn the money, I'll definitely pay it back. If I can't pay it back, I'll do whatever you ask!"

Su Xinghui smiled and said, "It's fine. My uncle-in-law is a very good person. Quite a few people can't afford treatment, but when they go to him for treatment, he only charges a very small fee. He often says a physician should have the heart of a parent."

Actually, Su Xinghui had left one thing unsaid. Yu Maode really did charge the poor very little, but for the rich, his fees were outrageously high. However, since those rich people went to him for treatment, they must have been out of options everywhere else. As long as Yu Maode could cure them, they'd willingly pay any price.

If it weren't so, Yu Maode wouldn't be able to support his own family's livelihood. Even a divine physician still has to eat.

Come to think of it, Yu Maode was a very interesting man. He believed in the principle that a physician should have the heart of a parent, yet he wasn't pedantic. No matter how poor you were, he wouldn't treat you for free—even a token payment was fine. He said people don't value what they get for nothing. And when he fleeced the rich, he felt no psychological burden at all.

Of course, such things weren't to be shared with outsiders.

Yu Maode's principles of conduct had a great influence on Su Xinghui. Unfortunately, in his previous life, he had been too proud and aloof, and only truly understood Yu Maode after he turned forty—by then it was already too late.

Fortunately, he had been given another chance at rebirth.

Xia Zhu was overjoyed. Her father had been injured for nearly a year, and a dark cloud had been hanging over their family the whole time. Now, Su Xinghui's words were like a ray of sunshine, about to drive the dark clouds away. It made her feel that at this moment, she would willingly do anything for Su Xinghui.

Xia Zhu said, "Then when can we go for treatment?"

Su Xinghui smiled at Xia Shisheng and said, "Uncle Xia, please prepare at home these next few days. When the chance comes, I'll send you to Jiangcheng for treatment!"