Chapter 341: 341: Surgery went smoothly
The surgery for Little Doubao went very smoothly (Mu Qiuniang is practically a Demi Immortal; how could it not?), and in less than an hour, she came out. No one knows exactly what kind of surgery she performed on Little Doubao, but the little one lying on the operating table looked as if she’d taken the Immortal Elixir; her pallor was gone, and she was sleeping soundly, as if she were merely in a peaceful slumber.
Little Doubao’s parents, anxious beyond measure in the waiting area, quickly gathered around her. "Little Doubao, how is she?"
"Doctor, was her surgery successful? Will she be alright?"
"Shh!" Mu Qiuniang hushed them, "She just finished her ’surgery’ and needs to rest well. Please keep your voices down. Once she’s awake, notify the nurse, and I’ll come check her again. Rest assured, her surgery was very successful, and she will be alright!"
"Thank you, thank you, Doctor!" Little Doubao’s mom was almost in tears.
"Alright, alright, as long as the child is okay! The doctor is really good; she even waived the medical fees." Speaking of which, Little Doubao’s dad was deeply grateful. They had spent almost all their savings to treat Little Doubao’s illness, even selling their house in the end.
But Little Doubao’s condition hadn’t improved, and they were nearly in despair.
If it wasn’t for the appearance of Mu Qiuniang, their family...
From the hospital staff to the patients, nearly everyone was watching Little Doubao’s condition. Previously, the doctors had already issued a prognosis, declaring that she wouldn’t live past these few days. Yet as soon as Mu Qiuniang appeared, she claimed Little Doubao could be saved, performed surgery the very same day, and even announced a free clinic.
If what she said turned out to be true, and Little Doubao’s illness was indeed cured, then her medical skills would surely merit the title of "Divine Doctor," bringing hope to the patients and families who had been waiting for the free clinic in despair.
No one wishes for the illness of the patients not to be cured quickly; however, this world is such that most illnesses can be cured, but for a few severe ones, no one is powerful enough to make a difference.
In a certain advanced ward, two soldiers in military uniform were guarding the door. Inside the ward, an old man was reading the newspaper. Beside him, an old lady was peeling an apple. While peeling, she couldn’t help but ask, "Tell me, old man, can Little Doubao’s illness really be cured?"
"Why can’t it? The child is so young, so it’s best to recover quickly."
"Sigh... I know, it’s good if such a young child can recover, but if not..." The old lady looked regretful, "That’s not what I’m trying to say. I mean, if she can even cure Little Doubao’s illness, isn’t there hope for your old condition too?"
"How long have I had this old condition? Don’t overthink it. In life, what isn’t an illness? You must accept your fate. Besides, I’ve lived for decades; it’s enough. What’s the difference between going sooner or later?" The old man shook the newspaper and said.
Hearing this, the old lady was displeased. With a "slap," she placed the fruit knife on the table, and she’d had enough of peeling the apple: "I don’t like hearing that. What do you mean there’s no difference between going sooner or later? Departing at 70 and living to 100 is all the same? Oh, you mean you’ll just die without a care, knowing nothing, leaving me, your old lady, all alone, still worrying about your whole bunch of sons and daughters. What’s on your mind? I’ve been working hard for the Xie Family for more than half my life, can’t I just relax and live a peaceful life?"
"My fault, my fault, I won’t go early, I’ll wait for you." The old man was a bit helpless, "From now on, whenever you give me permission to go, I’ll go, alright?"
"You’re not King Yan; it’s not up to you. If you can wait until I give you permission to go, that would be best. But if you go early, what can I do?"
"So what do you want me to do?"
"If Little Doubao’s illness is truly cured, you must attend that free clinic."
"Alright, your word is law; the entire family listens to you, dear commander!"
"You’re just teasing," the old lady chuckled, "If you dare not go with me then, hmm!"
By that afternoon, before it got dark, Little Doubao woke up, saying her stomach was hungry and she wanted to eat.
Little Doubao’s mom quickly said, "Alright, alright, darling, wait a bit. Let the doctor take a look first, and then you can eat whatever you want."
"Will the fairy sister come too?" Little Doubao asked eagerly.
"Yes, she said she’ll come see you when you wake up."
Not long after, Mu Qiuniang came with the hospital doctor. She did not interfere with the normal checks by the doctors but brought some food she personally made, hoping that Little Doubao’s dinner would be a little more sumptuous.
Of course, besides Little Doubao, everyone in the ward got a share.
"Wow! Did the fairy sister make it herself?" Little Doubao exclaimed in delight, "I heard from the rice flour sister who got gifts from the fairy sister that the food the fairy sister makes is so delicious, you’d want to bite your tongue off!"
"Even if you like it very much, you can’t eat too much. You can only have a bowl of porridge and some small dishes. Once you get a bit better, the fairy sister will make you delicious food again tomorrow."
"Won’t it be too tiring for the fairy sister? I remember Jiang Nuo brother doesn’t like you making food for others; he would get jealous." Little Doubao replied earnestly.
"Then let’s make a pinky promise not to tell him, alright?"
Little Doubao hesitated: "Isn’t that bad? Paper can’t cover fire, and one day Jiang Nuo brother will find out. I’m afraid he’ll be angry with me. I like him the most."
The doctor checking couldn’t help but laugh, "Don’t worry, you’re so cute. Even if Brother Jiang wants to get angry, he won’t bear to be angry at you!"
While talking, he glanced several times at Mu Qiuniang.
This doctor would never admit that he, too, is a rice flour of Jiang Nuo and Mu Qiuniang!
Roar, roar, roar... He really wanted to run around the hospital yelling that he’d seen the live Mu Qiuniang, what should he do?
Especially since his goddess was so gentle, her medical skills were even better than his, he really wanted to worship her!
Even if he couldn’t yell, how about posting it on social media?
Of course, when he saw Little Doubao’s checked data, he almost knelt.
Is this really the data of a leukemia patient said to be on the verge of death? It’s clearly a sheet showing someone just out of major surgery, with some malnutrition and weakness!
The young doctor had starry eyes: "Goddess, you are simply too divine, Little Doubao’s data has returned to normal!"
His words excited everyone in the ward.
"Really?! Doctor, do you want to double-check?" Little Doubao’s mom still couldn’t believe it, insisting the young man check again.
When the results were the same, she covered her mouth and cried: "Wonderful! Wonderful! She’s finally better, my Little Doubao is finally better..."
Cheers erupted from other patients as well: "Divine Doctor, you truly are a Divine Doctor, so amazing!"
"Divine Doctor, can you take a look at me too?"
"Why are you in such a rush? The Divine Doctor will do a free clinic. Let her check you then. Today, the Divine Doctor just finished the surgery; she must be exhausted!"
"Divine Doctor, when will your free clinic be?"
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