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Heavy snow, continuing off and on for half a month, finally eased around mid-February. By then, Liu Yang Village was a ss — the thatched roofs of many houses had collapsed under the weight of the snow. So villagers who had not managed to flee in ti were seriously injured by the ponderous wooden beams.
During those weeks, people would frequently knock on the Mo Family’s gate in the middle of the night, with the frantic relatives of the injured villagers seeking Mo Yan’s help, hoping she could lend a hand to treat their severely wounded kin.
Human life is precious, and these were her fellow villagers, so Mo Yan couldn’t just ignore them. Every ti soone called out, she would imdiately dress and grab her dical kit to treat the injured villagers. On several nights, she was summoned four or five tis, like she was on call. Eventually, she didn’t bother to change out of her clothes and went directly to Space to catch up on sleep after returning from saving soone.
Back then, the villagers only knew that Mo Yan hadn’t been practicing dicine for long and no one had seen her treat anyone. They didn’t know how skilled she was as a doctor. But with deep snow on the roads at night, and several dozen miles to Jing City, the severely injured had no way of getting into the city, let alone quickly enough.
The relatives sought Mo Yan’s help with the attitude of a drowning man clutching at a straw, their loved ones’ survival depending on God’s will.
To the villagers’ utter surprise, no matter how serious the injuries or blood loss, once in Mo Yan’s hands, the patients would definitely find their way from danger to safety. It didn’t take long before Mo Yan’s excellent dical skills beca known, and the villagers eagerly began to call her "Little Divine Doctor."
It wasn’t just Liu Yang Village that was struck by disaster — the nearby villages suffered greatly too. Many injured people died from excessive blood loss due to untily treatnt. Upon hearing of Mo Yan’s dical expertise, so would carry the injured overnight to the Mo Family, kneeling outside the door, begging for her to treat them.
Mo Yan had an abundant knowledge of dical principles, what she lacked was clinical experience, which had no shortcuts and had to be gained step by step. Now, with actual patients to treat, she decided to set up a makeshift clinic in an empty room next to the main door to combine theory with practice and provide treatnt to those who arrived.
Several wooden beds were placed in the clinic, along with ready bedding, resembling modern hospital wards. The patients in need of treatnt didn’t have to lie on the cold ground and wait; this level of attentiveness alone made them grateful to Mo Yan.
Of course, Mo Yan did not provide her services for free. She charged consultation and dication fees based on the rates of Du’s dical Hall. For those too poor to afford it, they had the option to borrow Silver or work in kind for the Mo Family to offset the costs; not even a debt note was allowed, as she could not provide treatnt without so form of paynt.
This was a point repeatedly emphasized by Doctor Du, for a reason — it was to prevent others from exploiting generosity and seeking undue advantage. So people who were clearly able to pay would still feign poverty to avoid paying for dical treatnt. Such individuals, eager for a free ride and usually selfish, would co to take it for granted over ti. The day you stop giving them free care, who knows if they might co pounding on your door?
Once, a kind-hearted doctor in Jing City, seeing many people unable to afford dical care, began offering free consultations and dicine to the poor. As ti passed, the clinic’s expenses exceeded its inco, and even after pouring all his possessions into it, it wasn’t enough. When the clinic was on the verge of closing down, the doctor ceased offering free treatnt.
This action, however, greatly offended the poor who had once benefited from his charity. They labeled him a deceitful charlatan, claiming that he should not charge for dical services. Consequently, these people banded together, stord into his clinic with clubs and hamrs, looting, vandalizing, and seriously injuring the doctor.
Being advanced in years and grievously wounded, the doctor couldn’t even afford to pay for his dical treatnt and ended up dying in his ruinous clinic. His body, discovered only after it had started to decompose and stink, was wrapped in a mat and buried in the wilderness without a gravestone.
Since then, not a single clinic in Jing City provided free treatnt. When encountering truly destitute patients, so kind-hearted doctors would either charge less or find other forms of compensation. Far from being criticized as cold and heartless, these doctors were lauded for their compassionate hearts, a stark contrast to the tragic end of the once generous doctor — an irony indeed.
Having originally intended to open a free clinic to accumulate good deeds when the ti was right, Mo Yan, upon hearing this tale, completely abandoned the idea. There were many ways to accumulate good deeds; there was no need to choose such a high-risk path. Besides, healing people was a sure way to accumulate good deeds anyway, and there was no karmic connection between providing treatnt and whether or not people gave Silver.
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