Chapter 48: Inviting Guests to One's Door
According to his current progress, he estimated that in two days at most, his medical skills would successfully level up.
Of course, if he wanted to be even faster, it was not entirely without a way.
At this thought, Zhou Yichen’s gaze focused on Dr. Sun, who was currently sighing with emotion that the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.
In Zhou Yichen’s mind, this Dr. Sun was a living treasure trove of experience!
Although Dr. Sun was merely a barefoot doctor who had never received any formal medical training and was even helpless when it came to delivering a calf for a cow, this did not mean he lacked skill.
Quite the contrary!
Having spent decades as a barefoot doctor, walking through alleys across these surrounding villages, how many stubborn and difficult ailments had he witnessed? How many patients of all kinds had he treated?
The insights accumulated from all that in themselves constituted an immeasurable fortune.
Especially regarding the application of folk remedies and secret prescriptions, that kind of experience could not be learned from just a few words in medical books.
Zhou Yichen was almost certain.
As long as he could have a thorough exchange with Dr. Sun and have him share those decades of clinical experience, his medical skills would naturally and effortlessly reach level two.
At this thought, Zhou Yichen’s heart burned with warmth.
He glanced outside the cattle shed; the sky had already grown bright, and the sun had climbed high into the sky, making it look just about time for lunch.
The timing was perfect!
Zhou Yichen pushed aside the crowd that was flattering him and walked over to Dr. Sun in a few steps.
With a modest and sincere expression characteristic of a young man, he greeted Dr. Sun.
"Uncle Sun."
Dr. Sun was immersed in his own thoughts, and when called, he snapped back to reality and hurriedly waved his hand.
"Ah, Yichen, I don't deserve such respect. You're the hero of the Xiangyang Production Brigade now; just call me Old Sun!"
Zhou Yichen smiled and smoothly replied, "Uncle Sun, you are my senior. No matter how capable I am, I must still remain a junior in front of you."
These words made Dr. Sun feel extremely comforted inside.
This young man was capable, yet neither arrogant nor impetuous, and understood proper etiquette—truly a rare find!
Seeing that the moment was ripe, Zhou Yichen immediately issued an invitation.
"Uncle Sun, it's almost lunchtime. Would you... care to come over and sit at my place?"
"I just bought some meat. Later, we can stir-fry a couple of dishes and have a couple of drinks."
"Coincidentally, I still have quite a few medical questions in my mind that I'd like to consult you about, senior!"
Zhou Yichen kept his posture very low, and his reason sounded entirely proper.
Exchanging medical insights.
Once this banner was raised, Dr. Sun inevitably hesitated.
Looking at Zhou Yichen’s young face filled with sincerity, his heart experienced a myriad of emotions.
As for appreciation, he certainly felt it.
This young man’s foundation in medical skills was frighteningly solid, and today’s feat had completely overwhelmed him.
As for exchanging pointers, of course he wanted to as well.
Last time at his home, the conversation between him and Zhou Yichen had seemed like a test of Zhou Yichen’s medical skills, but in reality, several questions raised by Zhou Yichen had given him a sudden flash of enlightenment.
That well-organized medical logic was precisely what he, a barefoot doctor from an unconventional background, lacked the most.
Not only had Zhou Yichen gained immensely, but his own gains were by no means small either!
Now, this younger generation whom he admired had voluntarily lowered his stance and invited him under the guise of seeking counsel...
This respect was given in full measure!
The slight sense of loss in Dr. Sun’s heart caused by being outperformed instantly vanished, replaced by a comfortable feeling of being recognized and respected.
"This... how could I possibly impose?"
Dr. Sun offered a token refusal.
"You've been working hard all day, and your arms are practically too sore to lift; you should be resting properly. How could I go and disturb you?"
Zhou Yichen immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Sun, you're being too formal!"
"Discussing knowledge with you is called recharging, how can it be considered tiring?"
"Besides, going back alone to eat is a meal, and going back alone for you is also a meal. Putting our meals together makes it much more lively, doesn't it?"
Since things had reached this point, if Dr. Sun were to refuse again, it would seem ungrateful.
His turbid eyes finally revealed a smile, and he slapped his thigh hard!
"Good!"
"Since you, a young man, think so highly of this old bag of bones of mine!"
"Then I will shamelessly impose on you once!"
Dr. Sun laughed heartily.
Zhou Yichen felt a surge of joy, knowing that the matter was settled!
With the main business settled, Zhou Yichen felt completely at ease.
He smiled at Dr. Sun, and the two prepared to leave the cattle shed together.
Before they could even take a step, a commotion of footsteps and noisy chatter came from outside the cattle shed.
It was the commune members who had been up the mountain cutting firewood returning from work.
"Hurry up, hurry up! I heard the brigade's big yellow cow had a difficult labor!"
"Secretary Gao! Is Secretary Gao around? How is the cow?"
"I hope nothing goes wrong! This is the backbone of our brigade!"
The voices came from far to near, filled with a strong sense of urgency and deep concern.
Carrying farming tools, they looked dusty with sweat beads hanging on their foreheads, clearly rushing over without stopping the moment they heard the news.
Upon seeing this spectacle, Gao Jianjun immediately raised his voice, a trace of undisguised pride plastered across his face.
"What are you shouting for! What are you shouting for!"
"Has the sky fallen?"
He roared with full vitality, and after drawing everyone's attention, he straightened his back and pointed with his hand at the mother and calf inside the shed who were nuzzling affectionately.
"Take a good look, all of you!"
"What difficult labor? It was born long ago!"
"Both mother and baby are safe!"
The commune members looked in the direction he pointed, stunned for a moment, and then burst into earth-shattering cheers!
"Born? It really was born!"
"Oh dear lord! That's wonderful! Now our hearts can finally settle back into our chests!"
"Which master from the veterinary station has such great skill?" someone asked curiously.
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Jianshe, the third production team leader who had been lingering around Zhou Yichen, immediately began shouting vividly like a professional storyteller.
"What master from the veterinary station!"
"Far away in the horizon, yet right in front of your eyes!"
He pulled over Zhou Yichen, who still looked slightly weak, and pushed him to the front of the crowd.
"It's him!"
"Our brigade's Dr. Zhou! Zhou Yichen!"
"The situation just now was extremely perilous! The calf's hoof was stuck inside and wouldn't come out no matter what!"
"It was Yichen! He reached his arm right inside and forcefully straightened the calf out, and that's how it was successfully delivered!"
Zhang Jianshe's voice was filled with admiration as spittle flew everywhere.
"You guys didn't see it! That scene! Dr. Zhou was so calm! So methodical!"
"This medical skill, I reckon it's even more formidable than the experts from the county!"
Boom!
The crowd completely exploded.
Everyone's gazes instantly focused on Zhou Yichen.
Shock, disbelief, admiration, fanaticism...
Countless emotions intertwined across the faces of these honest, hardworking farmers.
"Dr. Zhou? Isn't he supposed to treat people? How can he even deliver calves for cows?"
"What do you know! This is divine medical skill! People and livestock are the same!"
"Oh my goodness! Health worker Zhou has hidden his skills way too deeply!"
"A divine doctor! This is a true divine doctor!"
For a time, praises and exclamations flooded Zhou Yichen like a tidal wave.
At that moment, a few young men squeezed their way in from the outer edge of the crowd.