Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 273 - 267 Father and Son Scene

"White Rabbit Creamy Candy..."

As soon as Wang Jian saw the brand, he knew it was most likely a fake. Either that, or his dad had been scammed. This candy was a product of Demon City, so to claim it was a specialty of Guangdong Province was definitely a bit off. However, the rabbit on the wrapper seemed to be missing its ears, and the character for "Big" in "Big White Rabbit" was actually written as "Great." In that case, there was nothing wrong with it.

Wang Jian chose to ignore it. Treating it as ordinary White Rabbit Creamy Candy, he ripped open the wrapper and popped it into his mouth. "It’s quite sweet. Thanks, Dad. It tastes just like when I was a kid."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed a few more candies to put in his pocket, but Wang Tianhe just laughed and pushed the entire plastic bag toward him. "Take them all, take them all. I bought them for you anyway."

He didn’t give Wang Jian a chance to refuse and continued to tidy up his other things. Just as before, he organized everything while describing where he had bought each item. He had brought back a bit of everything, from food to daily necessities.

It took them a while, but with Wang Jian’s help, they finally managed to get Wang Tianhe’s room in order.

Now, counting Wang Jian’s own room, the bridal room prepared for Xu Qian, the room Cai Qiong had previously used, Chairman Kang’s room in the backyard, and finally Wang Tianhe’s room, there were truly no spare rooms left. The miscellaneous items they had cleared out could only be piled up in the courtyard under a tarpaulin, which was fine as long as it didn’t rain.

Once everything was neatly organized, Wang Jian finally had time to tell Wang Tianhe about all that had happened over the past few months. The conversation stretched on for several hours. By the time he realized it, it was already past ten at night. Wang Tianhe had been listening quietly the entire time, his face alternating between a smile and a thoughtful expression.

After hearing everything, Wang Tianhe looked at Wang Jian and asked softly, "You’ve been out there on your own, studying for so many years. Has it been hard?"

Indeed, Wang Tianhe had been observing Wang Jian the whole time he spoke. Even while listening to the recent events, his thoughts drifted more to the years they had been apart. He studied his son, looking to see if he had grown thinner or suffered in any way.

But his son really had grown up. Wang Tianhe noticed the change in Wang Jian’s eyes. The stubborn child he once knew was now just a faint shadow. The Wang Jian of the past might have run off to study in a faraway place for years without ever coming home or calling. The Wang Jian of today, however, seemed far more mature.

Being willing to settle for a small clinic in the village was not something the old Wang Jian would ever have done. As Wang Tianhe reflected on this, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion, thinking about how much his youngest son must have experienced over the years.

So he asked, "I heard you have a mentor. He must have taken very good care of you."

Wang Jian was startled for a moment, then nodded and began to reminisce. Prompted by his father’s question, his mind drifted to the times he had traveled with his mentor to practice medicine. He went along with his father’s lead and began to recount his experiences over the years.

To be honest, the immense changes he underwent were entirely due to those experiences. To think that attending a university could have changed him so much was a fool’s dream.

It was only after truly following his mentor on his travels that he realized just how vast the country was and how many different kinds of people there were in the world. It was a dizzying array of faces and places; one could easily get lost if they weren’t careful.

This wasn’t something you could learn in a school classroom or by seeing patients in a hospital clinic.

The ancients once said, "The healer’s heart is the heart of a parent."

If a doctor just sat in a classroom or a clinic all day without ever experiencing life’s hardships or knowing the suffering of their patients, how could they possibly possess the heart of a parent? Would sitting in a clinic, arrogantly dashing off a few prescriptions and handing out boxes of medicine, count as fulfilling one’s duty?

Therefore, before even assessing a doctor’s skill, one must first consider if they are compassionate. If their skills are sufficient, that’s one thing. But if their skills are lacking and they have a haughty attitude, they might miss crucial signs, leading to a fatal misdiagnosis.

In the time Wang Jian followed Xu Changqing, he had seen it all—from impoverished areas where people couldn’t afford meals or electricity to the lavish homes of officials and nobles. He had truly witnessed every facet of humanity.

For patients so poor they couldn’t afford medicine, Wang Jian had to settle for the next best thing: using alternative herbs that could achieve a similar effect. The recovery might be slower, but it was worth it. For those who were fabulously wealthy, with nothing left but money, Wang Jian could use the finest medicines to achieve the quickest, most effective results.

A thousand people have a thousand faces. Even with the same illness, the right course of treatment could differ based on the patient and their family.

This... is what it truly means to be a doctor.

After hearing Wang Jian’s story, Wang Tianhe’s face filled with gratification, and he grew deeply interested in his son’s mentor. "Your mentor is an impressive man. Don’t ever forget his kindness in teaching you medicine."

"Of course," Wang Jian nodded repeatedly, showing he understood.

In truth, his relationship with Xu Changqing was exceptionally close, far surpassing any typical teacher-student bond from a university.

"If your mentor has time, why don’t you invite him over for a meal?" Wang Tianhe said, patting Wang Jian on the shoulder. "He’s never been a guest in our home after all these years. Now that I’m back, it’ll be easy for me to cook. You know your father’s cooking skills. I’ve been working as a cook for others, so you could say I’m quite the chef myself."

Seeing Wang Jian’s silence, Wang Tianhe thought he was hesitant and cautiously explained, "We don’t have much to offer, but sharing a meal as a family is a show of kinship. Your mentor is no outsider, so it would be perfect. Why don’t you ask him?"

Wang Jian hadn’t responded, not out of hesitation, but because his father’s timing was incredibly coincidental. Xu Changqing was currently in Shanghai City and hadn’t left yet. The idea of inviting him for a meal matched his own thoughts perfectly. He broke into a grin. "That would be wonderful! My mentor is actually in Shanghai City right now, accompanying another elder. I’ll give him a call and ask."

With that, he took out his phone, ready to make the call. Elderly people didn’t typically use messaging apps like WeChat, so calling was more convenient.

But Wang Tianhe stopped him. "Hold on, don’t rush. Don’t invite him for tonight. Let’s plan for tomorrow afternoon or evening. I’ll go buy groceries in the morning. I’ll get some fish, lamb, and beef. The village chief also brought over some chickens and ducks today, so we can prepare those tomorrow too."

Wang Jian paused. "The village chief?"

Wang Tianhe smiled. "Yes, that chubby guy, Li Dayu. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He seems like a different person since I’ve been back. He never looked down on us, but he always had his eyes on the money. This time, he was surprisingly polite to me."

As he spoke, he shook his head in wonder.

Wang Jian understood Li Dayu’s mentality. Ever since the village chief found out about my good relationship with Chairman Cai, his attitude has been improving day by day.

Wang Jian didn’t elaborate on this, simply saying to Wang Tianhe, "It might be related to me being a contracted doctor for the Cai Group. Also, his son, Li Shuang, do you remember him?"

Wang Tianhe nodded, waiting for Wang Jian to continue.

"I found a business opportunity for him. He now runs a medicinal herb shop under the Cai Group, buying up herbs from the surrounding villages. He’s making a good living, and he’ll probably give us a share of the profits at the end of the year..."

This was news to Wang Tianhe. When Li Dayu had stopped by earlier in the day, he hadn’t explained his visit. He was just polite for a few moments and then left. If Wang Jian hadn’t told him this, he never would have known the reason.

With that, Wang Jian stepped aside to make the call.

As luck would have it, Xu Changqing was sitting with Old Chen at that very moment. When he heard Wang Jian’s dinner invitation, Old Chen piped up that he wanted to come along too.

This new development put Wang Jian in a spot where he couldn’t refuse. He was taken aback at first, then started fretting over how to break the news to his father and sister-in-law. However, on second thought, telling them in advance might just make them nervous and affect their cooking. It would be better to treat it as a simple family dinner. And so, Wang Jian simply told his father that his mentor had agreed to come over tomorrow.