Chapter 9: You'll Pay The Price

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The man was panting heavily. "I was just having dinner with my wife in a restaurant when she suddenly fainted. Doctor, please save her!" Taylor gestured to a hospital bed in the hall. "Put the patient on the bed first." The man hurriedly carried his wife to the bedside and gently laid her down. Taylor crouched beside her, placing his fingers on her wrist to carefully check her pulse. Soon, he nodded, with a look of realization on his face. The man anxiously asked, "Doctor, how is my wife?" Taylor stood up. "She fainted due to food poisoning." The man was visibly shocked. "Is it serious? Is she in danger?" "No need to worry. It's not life-threatening," Taylor confidently assured the man. Then, he turned to a pharmacist. "Make a decoction with angelica root to boost her energy, and boil it in hot water." "Got it." The pharmacist nodded and quickly went to prepare the medicine. Meanwhile, the crowd in the hall began to comfort the man, "Buddy, Dr. Johnson is one of the top doctors in the area. If he says your wife's life isn't in danger, you can rest assured." "Don't worry, Dr. Johnson will cure her." Hearing their words, the man felt relieved and sat heavily beside the bed. "You diagnose a patient wrong, such poor medical skills." Just then, an incongruous voice emerged from the crowd. "Hmm?" Taylor narrowed his eyes and looked toward the source of the voice. Everyone followed his gaze to a corner, where a young man in his twenties stepped forward. Taylor frowned, questioning, "Are you saying I diagnosed it wrong? Are you claiming my skills are poor?" Keenan shrugged it off. "That's exactly what I'm saying." "Who is this brat?" Before Taylor could respond, a pharmacist scolded, "Dr. Johnson is the chief doctor of Spirit Herb Hall, having treated thousands without a single complaint about his skills." Keenan glanced at the pharmacist and replied, "If he misdiagnosed and prescribed the wrong medicine, should I still praise his skills?" "Ridiculous!" The pharmacist bellowed, "You're making baseless accusations against Dr. Johnson. This is pure nonsense!" An older man with gray hair said, "We regular patients know best about Dr. Johnson's skills. I suggest you stop trying to make a scene." Everyone looked at Keenan with irritation, thinking he was deliberately causing trouble, possibly sent by a rival clinic. The pharmacist motioned to several other staff members. "Throw him out and stop him from causing chaos!" "Wait." Taylor raised a hand to stop the staff members and looked at Keenan. "Fine. Since you insist I diagnosed this patient wrong, I'll show you that I can wake this patient." After a while, the pharmacist returned with a bowl of medicinal soup. Taylor had the man support his wife and then feed her the soup spoonful by spoon. "Just wait a bit. Your wife will come around within ten minutes." The man was thrilled, his voice trembling. "Thank you so much, Dr. Johnson." "Don't thank me yet. Wait until she wakes up," Taylor said, a confident smile on his face. However, ten minutes passed, and the woman showed no signs of waking. The man cautiously asked, "Dr. Johnson, why hasn't my wife woken up yet?" The crowd was equally puzzled, whispering among themselves. Taylor replied, "Wait for a while. Be patient." The man nodded and waited longer, but his wife was unconscious. The man became agitated. "Dr. Johnson, why is my wife not waking up?" The crowd murmured, "Impossible. Dr. Johnson never misdiagnoses. Perhaps he did give the wrong prescription." Looking a bit flustered, Taylor urgently said, "Wait a moment. I'll get my mentor." He quickly went upstairs. A few minutes later, Taylor returned with an elder by his side. The elder, also in a white coat, had neatly combed hair. His face was wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp and bright. "Look, it's Dr. Harlow!" someone exclaimed from the crowd. A young woman asked curiously, "Who is he?" Surprised, the middle-aged man replied, "You don't know Dr. Harlow? He's one of the four renowned traditional medicine experts in Seaview City, alongside Peyton Sherman, known for his Life-Saving Needle. Dr. Harlow is known as the Living Medicine." Hearing this explanation, the crowd's eyes filled with admiration and respect as they gazed at Thomas Harlow. Many had heard of Thomas's reputation, but it was their first time seeing him in person. "Master, the patient fainted due to food poisoning. I gave her Angelica Replenishing Decoction, but why hasn't she woken up?" Taylor respectfully stood by Thomas, explaining his diagnosis. Thomas approached the bed, placing his fingers on the woman's wrist. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and smacked Taylor on the head, shouting, "You misdiagnosed the condition and prescribed the wrong medicine. That's why she hasn't woken up!" "What?" Taylor was stunned. How could Thomas agree with Keenan's assessment that he had misdiagnosed? Taylor's face turned grim as he anxiously said, "It's my lack of skill. Please guide me, Master." Thomas shook his head in exasperation. "The patient's issue isn't just food poisoning but also pancreatic and intestinal dysfunction. She won't wake up if you don't address these causes and only treat the food poisoning. You should have given her the Complete Vitality Decoction." Taylor slapped his forehead, realizing, "I see. Thank you for the guidance, Master." He quickly instructed the pharmacist to prepare the Complete Vitality Decoction. Having witnessed the scene, Keenan nodded. "It seems this pharmacy has a skilled doctor." Thomas glanced at Keenan, frowning. "Who is this?" Feeling embarrassed, Taylor recounted what had happened to Thomas. After listening, Thomas looked at Keenan with displeasure. "Young man, don't be in such a rush to succeed. Just because you've learned some medical skills doesn't mean you should flaunt them everywhere. You'll pay the price eventually." The crowd nodded in agreement, clearly endorsing Thomas' words. Keenan shrugged it off. He wouldn't have bothered to intervene if he hadn't witnessed the wrong prescription coincidentally.

Chapter 9: You'll Pay The Price

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