The Domineering Cultivator Farmer

Chapter 25: Someone Comes Seeking Medical Help

Fang Yun woke up to the crisp chirping of birds at dawn. He lifted Niuniu—who had burrowed all the way under the covers—and tucked the blanket back around her. Looking at his precious daughter’s rosy, sleeping face, he almost couldn’t resist giving her a kiss, but upon considering the consequences of waking Niu Niu, Fang Yun regretfully abandoned that risky thought, got up quietly, got dressed, and stepped outside. “Brother, good morning.” As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Hui Lin walking slowly around the courtyard; after lying in bed for twenty years, the boy now couldn’t sit still for even a moment. Last night, when Fang Yun and the others returned home, the whole family had already heard the news of Hui Lin’s recovery and had been waiting at the front door for quite some time. When she saw Li Huilin walking toward her on his own, Grandma couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. The elderly woman had worried endlessly about her grandson and had visited every temple in the vicinity to pray for him. After breakfast, Grandma took Li Huilin to the temple at the village entrance to fulfill a vow. Just as Fang Yun was feeling bored, Old Li arrived. As soon as he walked in, he said, “Fang Yun, I heard you cured a man with a leg disability yesterday?” Old Li had spent the night on the mountain with a few other elders and only found out about the news today. “Heh, just a stroke of luck,” Fang Yun said, quickly offering Old Li a seat. “That’s no mere luck. I heard that man hadn’t been cured by many major hospitals over the past twenty-plus years. Your medical skills are remarkable. Could you possibly…” “Excuse me, is Master Fang the Divine Healer at home?” Old Li hadn’t even finished speaking when someone called out from the doorway. Fang Yun was puzzled—he’d never heard of a “Divine Healer” named Fang in these parts. Still, since someone was calling from outside, he felt he should go take a look. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw a man and a woman supporting an elderly man at the entrance to the courtyard. They appeared to be villagers from the neighborhood, and all three had looks of excitement and anticipation in their eyes. “Who are you looking for? Come on in and have a seat.” Seeing Fang Yun emerge, the two people supporting the elderly man quickly helped him sit down on a stone bench in the courtyard. They turned around and knelt before Fang Yun. “Master Fang, please save my father. I beg you.” Fang Yun was taken aback and quickly helped the two to their feet. “What are you doing? You’re cutting years off my life! Please stand up and tell me what’s going on.” It wasn’t until he heard their explanation that Fang Yun understood the full story. It turned out the three of them were from the same village as Fang Xiangmei. Last month, the elderly man had suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness. After being taken to the hospital for tests, the doctor informed them that he had cancer—and it was in its late stages. He was given no more than three months to live. The doctor advised them to let him eat whatever he wanted from then on and blamed them for not bringing him in for a checkup sooner. That’s just how things are in the countryside. When people feel unwell, they generally put it off as long as possible or endure it as best they can, only going to the hospital when the pain becomes truly unbearable. This is partly because rural folks are used to being frugal and afraid of spending money, and partly because going to the hospital is such a hassle. This is especially true for people living deep in the mountains, where a round trip can take several days. They fear neglecting their farm work, so minor ailments often turn into serious illnesses. The family, overcome with grief, took the elderly woman home, determined to care for her well during her final three months—they had even begun making arrangements for her funeral. But unexpectedly, yesterday they heard that Fang Xiangmei’s son—who had been disabled for over twenty years—had actually been cured by her nephew from her maternal family, Fang Yun. When the family rushed to Fang Xiangmei’s house and confirmed the news, they were so overcome with excitement that they didn’t sleep a wink all night. If Fang Yun could cure a condition that even major hospitals had been unable to treat for over twenty years, perhaps he might have a way to help their elderly relative’s cancer as well. So early the next morning, the couple—still buzzing with excitement after a sleepless night—took the elderly man with them and, clinging to a glimmer of hope, rushed to Qiaotou Village to ask Fang Yun to examine him. Seeing the anticipation, pleading, and nervous fear in the three of their eyes, Fang Yun nodded firmly. “I can treat cancer!” For the simple, honest people of China, if Fang Yun had the ability to help them, he would never stand idly by. “Really!!! That’s wonderful! Thank you, Master Fang.” Overcome with emotion, the couple tried once again to kneel and kowtow to Fang Yun. They had come with only a glimmer of hope, but never expected that Fang Yun could actually cure the elderly man’s cancer, leaving the couple overjoyed. As for whether Fang Yun might be lying to them, the couple didn’t doubt it for a moment. In the countryside, trust is paramount; if someone lies and loses their credibility, no one will have anything to do with them. Fang Yun quickly stopped them. “Don’t do that. Hurry and help the old man into the house to lie down—I’ll treat him right away.” “Right, right, right. We’ll take him inside right away. Thank you so much.” The couple, struggling to support the elderly man, followed Fang Yun into the house. Old Li watched the group enter the house; a hint of thought flashed in his eyes, and he followed them inside. To Fang Yun, treating cancer felt much simpler than dealing with meridian issues. After helping the old man lie down on the bed, Fang Yun pressed several acupoints on his body. He used his Yuan Qi to dissolve the cancerous tumor, flushing it out of the body through the bloodstream, then left a portion of his Yuan Qi to nourish the old man’s damaged body parts. In less than ten minutes, everything was taken care of. “All done. Have a sip of water.” Fang Yun casually poured a cup of water from the teapot nearby and handed it to the elderly man. He had already replaced all the drinking water in the house with spring water. “It’s… all better?” The few people in the room, including Old Li, were dumbfounded. They’d seen Fang Yun press a few acupoints on the old man and hold his hand on the old man’s abdomen for a few minutes—and now Fang Yun was saying he was cured? This was cancer, after all—could it really be that simple? “Yes, he’s cured. If you’re still worried, take him to the hospital for a checkup right now and you’ll see for yourselves.” Fang Yun fully understood their skepticism. If he’d been in their shoes—unaware of the situation and seeing someone “treat” a patient like that—he’d be lucky not to have jumped in and beaten the person up. “I have a car. I’ll have someone drive you to the hospital for a checkup right now.” Old Li was even more anxious than the family; he rushed out, shouting as he went, to have the bodyguard assigned to him by the government prepare the car. “Old Li seems a bit off today,” Fang Yun said, a bit baffled. “That’s impossible!!! This defies all science,” the head of the Internal Medicine Department at the City First Hospital exclaimed, frantically tugging at his hair. Just moments ago, an elderly patient with advanced cancer—whom he’d personally diagnosed last month—had come to the hospital for a checkup. But the results left everyone stunned: the elderly man was in perfect health, with absolutely no issues whatsoever—let alone cancer. Watching the family leave in high spirits, the chief, clutching the two sets of test reports, was on the verge of losing his mind. During the previous examination, an ultrasound had clearly shown a mass of malignant tumors, yet this time it had vanished. It was absolutely impossible that it was a misdiagnosis—especially since the family hadn’t made a scene but had simply left happily. “Could they have found someone to cure him?” the director muttered to himself, then suddenly shook his head repeatedly. “That’s impossible. No one in the world has ever been known to cure advanced cancer. It’s truly impossible.” As he spoke, he began tugging at his already sparse hair. “Master Fang, I don’t know how much the consultation fee will be, but no matter how much it is, we’ll sell everything we own to pay you,” the elderly man’s son said excitedly upon returning to the Fang family home. The old man’s cancer had actually been cured—the whole family was overjoyed. “Hehe, it doesn’t cost much—just give me two hundred,” said Fang Yun. He knew that people in the countryside were honest and straightforward; if he didn’t charge them, they’d feel uneasy, so he asked for a small amount just to put their minds at ease. “No, no, two hundred is too little. Master Fang, we know you mean well, but we can’t let you treat my father for free,” the old man’s son protested. “Two hundred is plenty. Look, I didn’t have any costs at all—it was just a small favor.” Finally, after Fang Yun insisted, the family left two hundred and departed with endless gratitude.