Chapter 26 Daring to Ask What's in the Heart Before Buddha

They certainly still remembered that sentence.

When they first heard it, they found it both laughable and infuriating.

But later on, they stopped caring about it; not only did they stop caring, but they even began to look forward to her saying those words.

Such as when she was invited to help treat pox, or when family members inquired because their sick relatives showed no signs of improvement.

In the end, she never said it.

She was humble, polite, and forthright.

This made everyone accept that her initially arrogant words were just childishly clueless.

Unexpectedly, just when everyone was about to forget that sentence, she said it again.

The doctors looked at this young girl with complex expressions and mixed feelings.

Doctor Feng gave a bitter smile.

"Miss Jun, if you put it that way, it's like children squabbling," he said. "You say you can, he says you can't, back and forth, but it doesn't prove anything."

Miss Jun smiled.

"How could this be children squabbling?" she asked. "My medical skills are superior to yours, and haven't I already proven that I can cure the diseases you can't?"

Here we go again...

The doctors present were somewhat speechless.

When not asked for their assistance, her arrogant nature emerged once more.

But you were arrogant in the past; now, at this moment, where do you get this confidence to be so arrogant?

"Your medical skills are excellent, you can cure what we can't, but why can't you cure this pox?" One doctor, also angry, said without any politeness.

As the saying goes, respect me one foot and I will respect you ten; these doctors initially found Miss Jun's behavior and attitude impolite, so naturally, they were not polite to her either.

Later, when they truly encountered diseases they could not cure, and Miss Jun didn't make fun of them but offered guidance instead, they naturally felt grateful and respected her.

Then, when she came sincerely and humbly inviting them for help, they sincerely accepted.

Now she had adopted this arrogant attitude again, so the doctors couldn't help but be impolite in return.

"Some diseases can be cured, and some cannot. When I say I can cure what you cannot, I mean those diseases that could be cured but can't be due to your inadequate skills," Miss Jun explained.

The doctors felt a bit dizzy listening to this chain of cured and uncured.

But one point was clear to them.

"So you're saying, no matter what, you're right," several doctors said indignantly.

"Because what I say is right," Miss Jun stated.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense, and it was unknowingly late into the night, with the candlelight inside growing increasingly sharp and piercing.

"Miss Jun, are you sure you want to do this?" Doctor Feng's voice suddenly rose.

After his initial questioning led to a flurry of responses from the doctors, he fell into silence until now.

Hearing him speak, the other doctors looked over.

"Miss Jun, there's something you might not know." Another doctor abruptly interjected. "The reason we came is partly due to your invitation, but also because of Doctor Feng's personal request."

Doctor Feng hurriedly made a noise to interrupt.

"That's not the case, why bring this up?" he said.

But the other doctors began speaking as well.

"Yes, Doctor Feng came to my door in the middle of the night."

"Doctor Feng spoke to me for a long time."

Surprise flickered in Miss Jun's eyes as she realized that these doctors were not aware that she was the one who invited them. It seemed like she was asking for their help, but in fact, she was giving them an incredible opportunity.

Therefore, while she felt grateful for everyone's tragic willingness to sacrifice, and she would reciprocate, she never asked how they came to that decision.

So there was this reason as well.

Miss Jun looked at Doctor Feng and bent her knees in a deep bow.

"No need, no need," Doctor Feng waved his hands. "This was my own decision, not for you. It's just my old bones having a youthful fling, thinking if I could cure pox, I could make a name for myself in history and it would be worth it."

At this, his face turned red again.

"Yeah, actually, this is my personal motive. Speaking of saving people and benefiting society sounds somewhat superficial."

The doctors couldn't help but laugh.

"What's superficial about that? I think the same way."

"Exactly, saving lives is our duty, desiring a little fame is only human nature, and it isn't contradictory."

Everyone said in turn.

Perhaps because they touched on their initial reasons, everyone's mood softened and they became more tranquil.

"Miss Jun," the doctor who interjected spoke up again, "I mention this not to take credit for Doctor Feng, but to tell you that we are following Doctor Feng's decision."

With these words, the other doctors snapped back to reality, recalling the question Doctor Feng had silently pondered a moment ago.

Miss Jun, are you sure you want to do this?

Clearly, it was a last effort to persuade, and if it failed to convince, he intended to withdraw.

Although leaving at this point lacked consideration, what could be done? If this girl insisted on acting recklessly, they really were disappointed.

Although the doctors didn't speak, they nodded in agreement to indicate their support for this decision.

Miss Jun looked toward Doctor Feng.

Doctor Feng also looked at her.

"Miss Jun, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked with solemnity once more.

Miss Jun smiled again.

"Of course, I came here precisely to do this," she said.

"Are you so certain you can achieve it?" Doctor Feng asked. "You did say you have never confirmed it."

Miss Jun glanced at the copper pipe on the table.

Yes, it has never been verified.

How can you be so sure it will be safe and sound?

"I, well, who am I, such an awesome person that whatever I say naturally comes to be," said the man, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Of course, I am sure," she said, looking at Doctor Feng.

"Why?" asked Doctor Feng.

Doctor Feng's question had barely left his lips when an answer sprang up subconsciously in the minds of the other doctors.

Because my medical skills are exceptional, because Jiuling Hall specializes in treating intractable diseases, with miraculous remedies that revive the dying and cure the ill.

As their thoughts flitted by, they heard the girl's gentle, clear voice.

"Because my medical skills are exceptional, because Jiuling Hall specializes in treating intractable diseases, with miraculous remedies that revive the dying and cure the ill.

See, I knew it.

The doctors felt a resigned amusement in their hearts.

But someone really did laugh out loud, accompanied by the sound of applause.

"Excellent."

Excellent?

Really excellent, or mockingly so?

The doctors stared in bewilderment, only to see that the person laughing and clapping was none other than Doctor Feng.

Was this sarcasm?

Doctor Feng's expression changed from the previous solemnity to one of excitement.

"Miss Jun, I have been waiting for you to say those words," he said. "I knew you would speak them; I knew this matter wouldn't just end there."

What does that mean?

The doctors were puzzled, but Miss Jun had already grasped Doctor Feng's meaning and her smile deepened.

"Yes, not only is this matter far from over, it has just begun," she said.

The doctors finally understood. They stopped looking at Miss Jun; listening to her madness all evening had numbed them. But why had Old Feng gone mad too?

"Old Feng, do you believe in such things?" one doctor sighed.

"Of course, I believe," Doctor Feng said with fervor. "Why shouldn't I? When has what Miss Jun said ever been untrustworthy?"

The doctors were taken aback and looked at Doctor Feng.

"She said her medical skills were exceptional, that she could cure diseases we couldn't, has that not been verified? Is it true or false?" Doctor Feng asked.

Indeed, it had been verified over the past half year.

But...

"But it's smallpox, right? But Miss Jun didn't say she could cure that before coming here, and now hasn't that been verified too? She didn't lie," Doctor Feng said, spreading his hands.

That was indeed true.

Other doctors chuckled.

We thought she was being modest, but it turns out she was prepared and covered all bases from the start. No matter what she says, she's right.

"This won't do."

"This is too incredible."

"This has never happened before..."

There was a buzz of discussion in the Buddhist Temple.

Doctor Feng was about to speak, but Miss Jun touched his arm. Doctor Feng turned around to see her shaking her head at him.

I'll handle this.

Her expression conveyed the message.

Doctor Feng smiled, didn't say another word, and stepped back, watching as Miss Jun's hand once again tapped on the table.

"It is incredible, it is unprecedented, but what of it," Miss Jun said. "Everything starts from the unknown. I wonder what the first person to use arsenic as medicine was thinking, and how those around him saw him."

The doctors gradually ceased their discussions.

"Miss Jun, smallpox is different from arsenic, arsenic is used for the sick, but your smallpox is meant for healthy people," one doctor sighed. "How can you be so confident?"

Miss Jun walked slowly a few steps by smoothing the table's edge, then stood in front of the Buddha statue.

"Because my conscience is clear," she said, slowly raising her hand. "Although what I've done hasn't been verified, I dare swear to Heaven, Earth, and all deities that everything I, Miss Jun, do is for the good, without a thought for personal gain. Whether I save lives or take them, even if no one knows, the heavens, the earth, and the gods know."

The lights in the Buddhist Temple were bright, and the girl stood in front of the Buddha statue with the image of the compassionate Buddha smiling down upon her, flanked by colorful and lifelike murals of the terrestrial and aquatic realms.

The doctors watching this scene felt a tingling all over.

Even Seventh Chen, standing outside, nearly had an out-of-body experience.

No wonder Miss Jun insisted on discussing the illness here in the temple; it was all for this moment.

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A few words of rubbish, lots said in a few words.

It means this plot, this plot makes some readers feel awkward, and that's a question of plot design.

This plot could have been written tragically—introducing a new thing, like a revolution, means facing doubts, verification, death, bloodshed, and hardship before emerging beautifully from a cocoon.

But I've made up my mind not to want tragedy this time; I just want to feel good and want the heroine to have everything under control.

This explanation is also dry and forceful, and the reason I have to give this explanation so shamelessly is simply that I want your indulgence, your love, your votes, your recognition and encouragement, and also your pressure.

If it's not well written, I will change it. I will work hard on it.

Have a great weekend, everyone. Thank you.