The Supreme Urban Medical Sage
“In my presence, there is no illness.” “If someone is ill, a single needle from me will cure them.” “In my presence, there are no wounds.” “If someone is hurt, a simple plaster from me will heal them.” “In my presence, there are no beauties... Well, beauties, come, into my bed…” Zhang Shen was upright and carefree. Though he was just setting foot into the world, he had been taught since childhood by his master in the ways of conduct and understanding the warmth and coldness of human relationships. He could distinguish sincerity from hypocrisy and, while he appeared indifferent to many things, he had his own set of principles. Yet, on that particular day, before he had even completed his apprenticeship, his master sent him down the mountain, and thus began his legendary journey through the bustling city.
The Supreme Urban Medical Sage
Shunyi Alley was the most famous urban village in Yuehu City. Talk of demolition had lasted over a decade, yet nothing ever happened. The narrow street, barely wide enough for a single car, was crowded with stalls selling braised snacks, spicy hotpot stands, and all manner of illegal makeshift towel racks. The already congested traffic would come to a complete standstill whenever anything occurred.
Zhang Shen sat amid a row of towel racks, cradling a bowl of noodles. He ate calmly, watching the chaos unfolding not far away. A crowd of baffled uncles and aunts blocked the alley, craning their necks as if watching a drama. Among them lay a man in tattered clothes, rolling on the ground for several minutes, eyes turned white and foam seeping from his mouth.
The crowd grew denser, the curses louder. Those at the back, after venting their anger, pushed forward, only to become just like those in front.
Such was the nature of spectators.
Zhang Shen shook his head, slurped down the last mouthful of noodle soup, pulled out five yuan and placed it on the table. "Check, please." Then he strode toward the throng, frowning and using his hands to push aside the greasy bodies. "Make way, make way... I'm a doctor!"
Hearing someone take charge, the crowd quickly opened a passage, several phone cameras immediately pointed at him.
Zhang Shen sighed inwardly, but his face remained composed. He squatted beside the homeless man, turned his wrist, and caught the man's pulse. After a moment, he confirmed his diagnosis.
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