Dashing Student-Chapter 647, Medical Clinic Opens

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the old city before long.

Inside Huichun Hall, Manager Zhao was leisurely stroking his graying goat beard.

Upon hearing his apprentice's report, the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand clattered heavily onto the table, "Daring to open a clinic at just over twenty?"

He let out a cold laugh, his beard trembling slightly with his breath, "I dare to bet on my thirty years of medical reputation that this young lad probably can't even recite the table of contents of the Inner Canon of Huangdi!"

Next door at Jishi Hall, Doctor Sun was grinding herbs in front of the bluestone medicinal mill.

Upon hearing the news, he didn't even look up but increased the speed of his grinding. The herbs in the mill groaned under the pressure.

"These young folks nowadays," he sneered, "learn a few prescriptions and songs from their masters for three to five years and then dare to open clinics."

The grinding mill's dull noise seemed to echo his scorn, "They'll learn their lesson when they end up causing deaths and have to face the consequences!"

Only Doctor Qi from Hundred Herbs Hall had a different reaction when he heard the news. A gleam of unusual color flashed in his murky eyes.

He specifically asked his apprentice for support and slowly made his way to Health Care Hall's front door.

When he clearly saw the plaque, the old man's frail body visibly trembled. On the way back, he remained silent until his apprentice asked repeatedly, and then he sighed profoundly, "That plaque...it's extraordinary."

Two days later, on the morning of Health Care Hall's grand opening.

A thin veil of mist shrouded the old street paved with bluestone slabs, morning dew on the eaves glittering like pearls in the sunlight.

Chen Nan, dressed in an indigo long gown, stood at the doorway. The dark cloud patterns on his cuffs appeared faintly in the morning light, giving him an ethereal presence.

He held a stick of incense and ignited the red firecrackers hanging at the door.

"Crack—crackle—" The explosions of the firecrackers startled the sparrows under the eaves and smoke rose gently, swirling around the plaque.

Strangely, the smoke automatically split in front of the words "Health Care Hall", as if an invisible barrier prevented it from touching the plaque.

"Prosperous opening!" Zhou Long's loud voice pierced through the morning mist.

He walked over with several sturdy men, carrying a pair of gold-painted blue-celadon vases intertwined with lotus patterns.

Sunlight just pierced through the clouds, making the golden lines on the vases glimmer, while the glaze displayed captivating shades under the light.

Chen Nan accepted them with a smile, turned around, and placed the vases on the rosewood display shelf in the main hall.

Just then, a commotion of footsteps and hurried breathing came from the street corner.

"Doctor! Help!" Grandpa Zhang stumbled over, supporting his pale-faced wife.

The old lady's forehead was covered with cold sweat, her lips appeared bluish-purple, and one hand clutched her chest tightly, knuckles white.

They had originally intended to go to Huichun Hall, but the queue was too long. The old lady suddenly had a severe heartache, unable to straighten her body, so they desperately turned to Health Care Hall.

Chen Nan's eyes sharpened, and he swiftly stepped forward to support the elderly lady.

The moment his fingertips touched her wrist, his brows furrowed deeply—her pulse was as sluggish and rough as a knife scraping bamboo, yet intermittently rapid like raindrops on banana leaves. This was clearly a sign of heart meridian blockage combined with a disorder of vital energy and blood!

Seeing Chen Nan's young face, Grandpa Zhang couldn't help but furrow his brows, his dim old eyes filled with disappointment and doubt, "Why is it a young whippersnapper?"

"Let's wait for Doctor Zhao from Huichun Hall..." he said, trying to help his wife leave.

Obviously, even in a medical emergency, he didn't believe this young man, who seemed barely in his twenties, could have any real skill.

In his decades of experience, a good doctor should be like Manager Zhao from Huichun Hall, with graying beard and a composed manner.

"Please wait, sir!" Chen Nan stepped forward to block their way, his voice gentle but with an unmistakable firmness, "Your wife has a heart meridian blockage. Delaying further could be dangerous!"

"What do you know?!" Grandpa Zhang shook off Chen Nan's hand, his beard quivering in anger, and the wrinkles on his face squeezing together, "Even Doctor Zhao from Huichun Hall has to consider carefully over my wife's condition. How dare you, a snot-nosed kid, spout such nonsense?"

His voice quivered with anger, attracting more onlookers.

The crowd began to stir.

Carrying a vegetable basket, Aunt Wang sneered, "Indeed, how can someone so young have any real skill?"

"My son is a doctor in the provincial city hospital. He is over thirty and still just a resident physician!" Her words immediately garnered a chorus of agreement.

Manager Li from the general store pushed to the front, pointing at Chen Nan's nose, "Just last month, that acupuncture clinic on West Street made the Liu family's daughter-in-law paralyzed. They ended up bankrupt!"

Amidst the commotion, the old lady suddenly groaned in pain and fell backward.

Chen Nan, with quick reflexes, caught her and placed his fingertips on her pulse, his face changing instantly—her pulse was now chaotic like tangled threads. Any further delay would spell disaster!

"Move aside!" he commanded in a low voice, his voice not loud but reverberating like thunder in everyone's ears.

Before the crowd could react, he had swiftly stepped forward, lifting the old lady and carrying her into the clinic.

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Zhang stomped his feet in urgency, wanting to stop him but was restrained by Zhou Long's firm arm.