Chapter 222: ntal Illness
When it cos to persuading soone to join you, you have to use the right approach. Different people require different thods.
Take the person in front of —this wild Hua Tuo. Her approach is too unconventional, too individualistic. She has a clear understanding of her own dical skills and is therefore very confident.
Of course, this confidence isn’t a negative thing. To reach the pinnacle of any profession and be admired by many, achieving such high accomplishnts, why shouldn’t she be confident and proud?
This wild Hua Tuo has the capital of confidence and pride!
If the other party didn’t have such a high level of skill, Wei Yu wouldn’t even want to persuade her.
Now, getting to the main point.
Soone like the dical Saint would be familiar with common tricks—using money or silver to tempt, making threats, and so on. Those low-level thods that easily offend people, Wei Yu definitely wouldn’t use them here.
And the other person obviously knows general dical knowledge. In terms of traditional Chinese dicine, she is the dical Saint after all, so there’s no way she’s lacking in that.
So Wei Yu wouldn’t even try to entice her with the little dical books he previously wrote. Doing so would be nothing but self-humiliation.
Therefore, to get her attention and successfully make the dical Saint willingly follow him, there is only one simple and direct way—challenge her at her strongest point!
Wei Yu knows his dical skills are not up to par, so he won’t argue with her about traditional Chinese dicine. If he’s going to talk, it has to be about sothing the dical Saint doesn’t know!
“…Although I look delicate and handso, a refined gentleman indeed, I know I am sick! I suffer from an illness of the heart! Do you know what that is? Huh? You don’t know! And yet you’re called the dical Saint, and you don’t even know about heart disease? That’s why I traveled all this way…”
Holding his chest, with a face full of discomfort, grievance, and feeling cheated, Wei Yu looked at Doctor Shi and faintly shook his head, “You’re no good. Your dical skills are worthless—you can’t even diagnose heart disease. You don’t deserve to be called a dical Saint.”
Doctor Shi: ?
Doctor Shi was honestly on the verge of laughing with anger.
This yellow-haired kid who clearly isn’t sick dares to say her dical skills are no good?!
“Oh? You say my skills are no good?”
The usually irritable Doctor Shi finally laughed, a cold, chilling laugh. “Fine. If my skills are no good, and since you seem to know so much about heart disease, why don’t you explain to
exactly what heart disease is?”
Very well, that was exactly what he want.
Feigning regret, Wei Yu sighed, “Alright then, since you’re sincerely asking , I’ll tell you.”
Doctor Shi, laughing in disbelief: ?
She was begging him?
Ha.
He’s not sick in the heart—it’s his brain that’s sick!
Under Doctor Shi’s cold gaze, Wei Yu calmly looked up to the sky and said, “Heart disease, in this context, is actually an abstract illness distinct from bodily diseases. We can call it ‘ntal illness.’”
Doctor Shi’s rising anger instantly stopped.
Zhu Ling also froze.
The two stared at Wei Yu closely. Although their expressions remained stern, it was clear they were listening carefully.
“This ntal illness is not easy to explain, but simply put, it refers to a psychological disorder in the patient’s mind that hinders normal work and life. So of their actions are hard for normal people to understand. Under the control of a pathological mind, they might have behaviors like suicide or attacking and harming others…”
Wei Yu had no experience with psychology.
He could only recite the knowledge he had found on his tablet, fabricating a nonsense performance based on self-processing, adaptation, and embellishnt—whatever it took to fool the dical Saint into listening!
Did the dical Saint listen?
She did.
Not just her; even her disciple Zhu Ling absorbed it. Both of them surprisingly began to ditate on the information and discuss it!
Zhu Ling looked dazed: “Master, the lovesickness you ntioned before—isn’t that also a kind of ntal illness?”
Doctor Shi pondered: “Unable to live normally, difficult for ordinary people to understand… makes sense.”
Zhu Ling: “Ah, in that case, the hunter from Xushan Village who suddenly went crazy before, that was probably ntal illness as well!”
Doctor Shi: “Hmm… makes sense.”
Zhu Ling: “Oh—so that’s what ntal illness is. It’s not an illness in the internal organs, it’s an illness in the mind. No wonder herbal dicines don’t work well!”
Doctor Shi: “Hmm… makes sense.”
The master and apprentice exchanged words back and forth, as if the whole courtyard belonged just to them. Wei Yu stopped his incessant chatter.
He silently watched them, his mind itching to recruit them.
Damn, he only said this much, and this master and disciple already started to spontaneously research and discuss based on existing cases?
What kind of dical talents is this? He needed to bring them back!
Wei Yu opened his mouth, “You…”
“Eldest Brother, do you understand dicine—the kind that can treat this ntal illness?”
Zhu Ling suddenly looked over, blinking his eyes, asking Wei Yu very obediently.
Wei Yu stared at him for a few seconds.
The little boy smiled toothily, very well-behaved.
Wei Yu: Hmm… I still prefers your previously rebellious attitude.
Zhu Ling knows how to act obedient, but could Wei Yu, a seasoned master of feigning obedience, lose to him?!
He also pretended.
In a sarcastic tone.
“Oh my, the dical Saint’s disciple is actually asking
about dicine? My goodness, this is unbelievable. Soone as diocre as
is actually being questioned by a dical Saint’s disciple? What is this? Is this humility?”
Zhu Ling’s smile stiffened.
Doctor Shi remained silent.
After teasing the mischievous little boy, Wei Yu changed his expression imdiately.
He covered his chest, weak but serious: “Alright, although you dical Valley people are sowhat overrated and don’t even understand ntal illness, since you sincerely want to learn, I’m not unwilling to teach.”
Zhu Ling’s eyes visibly brightened, “Really? Then can you teach ?”
Wei Yu looked at him with a reluctant face, “You’re alright, I guess.”
Hearing he could learn, Zhu Ling imdiately brightened up, regardless of whether Wei Yu was really reluctant or not.
This little guy was caught by the trap, but the one Wei Yu truly wanted—Doctor Shi—remained indifferent.
He looked over, raising his eyebrows, “dical Saint, not going to learn?”
Doctor Shi coldly looked at him, “Trying to trick
with this thod?”
Oh no.
Caught red-handed, Wei Yu was unphased. He shrugged, “What am I tricking you about? To learn another dical skill? Or to trick you into becoming a laborer for ? Just look at my guards—you can tell I’m not lacking in highly skilled doctors around .”
He’s not lacking, but those doctors aren’t available on demand.
Doctor Shi was also puzzled.
She frowned and stared at Wei Yu for a while.
Wei Yu looked back calmly, his gaze wandering around the courtyard casually — and then his eyes landed on a wooden model nearby.
Was that… a human anatomical figure?
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