Section 3: Who am I

With a sigh, Lin Ping comforted his wife, saying, "It's nothing serious. I believe Yifei was mostly startled by the car accident, which led to his speech being disordered."

"Where else could it be?" Nurse Xiao felt a stir in her heart and smiled, saying, "Of course, this is the hospital."

What is that over there? A bronze mirror? No, a bronze mirror cannot reflect a person's fine hairs so clearly. I have heard that only in overseas Persia is there such a peculiar type of mirror. Usually, I see my own reflection through bronze mirrors and the like. This item is so rare; how could it be casually hung up here?

Xiao Bieli was taken aback, glancing around at the surroundings, all of which were white. The astonishment in his eyes deepened, and he suddenly shouted: "Mo Dao Wanyan Lie, it is fortunate that you are the national master of the Jin Kingdom, yet why do you act so timidly? Do you not fear being ridiculed by the world? Since Xiao Bieli has fallen into your hands, even if I were to die, I would not feel wronged. I never expected to be so gravely mistaken."

Suddenly, he noticed a woman walking briskly beside him, holding a peculiar object that resembled a transparent crystal, within which a liquid was flowing. Xiao Bieli was taken aback and coldly exclaimed, "What do you intend to do?"

Suddenly, a young man on the bed shouted, "What have you done to me?"

This was certainly conveyed to him by Dr. Qin; as long as Lin Yifei can regain consciousness, it would indeed mean that he has passed the critical period, and there would be no further threat to his life

Then if it is not oneself, why is it that the images of others are captured perfectly, while the image of oneself has already changed? If what is captured is truly oneself, then one is absolutely not Xiao Bieli

The introduction of "The Decameron" discusses the severe epidemic in Florence. It describes how patients suddenly collapsed and died in the streets, or quietly breathed their last in their homes, only for the neighbors to realize what had happened when the corpses began to emit a foul odor of decay. Travelers encountered desolate fields left untended, wine cellars left open and unattended, and unowned cows wandering the streets, while the local residents were nowhere to be found

His tone of speech sounded somewhat awkward, as if he was struggling, and his manner of speaking was rather peculiar. Nurse Xiao was taken aback for a moment, sensing that this was neither a Southern accent nor the tone of a modern person, yet it contained a captivating power.

Watching Aunt He turn back three times as she walked away, Nurse Xiao sighed inwardly, wishing she had such a mother. This thought made her somewhat envious of Lin Yifei in the ward. However, she had heard from the nurse on duty that Lin Yifei had already woken up once, but was rambling and shouting, likely due to shock. Yet, given his severe injuries, how could he possibly shout? It was probably an exaggeration by Xiao Li. With this in mind, she no longer envied Lin Yifei, but rather felt a bit sorry for him. Without further hesitation, she quickly walked towards the pharmacy.

Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, with its utility most prominently demonstrated during the Qing Dynasty. It is noteworthy that throughout the Qing Dynasty, which lasted approximately 250 to 260 years, epidemics occurred every two years. However, China maintained the largest population in the world and had the strongest GDP during the early Qing period. This was not due to the exceptional reproductive capabilities of the Chinese people, but rather the significant role that traditional Chinese medicine played in curbing the rampant spread of epidemics.

With just a nod, Doctor Wang and the scholar snorted and began walking towards the office. After taking a few steps, they remembered something, "The prepaid medical fees have already been exhausted. You need to pay another 10,000 today, otherwise we will have to stop the medication."

"Doctor Wang, has Doctor Qin not come to work today?" For Doctor Qin, Lin Ping still holds a great deal of trust. His son was originally severely injured in the accident, but even so, Doctor Qin was able to save him. Not to mention this minor trouble at hand.

"Child, what is wrong with you? Please don't scare your mother." He Xiulan's tears were almost about to fall as she reached out to touch Xiao Bieli's forehead. Surprisingly, Xiao Bieli did not make a sound, but merely watched the movements of the woman before him.

It cannot be blamed on Dr. Wang for his limited understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine; this is indeed the reality. In today's market economy, Western medicine is far more popular than Traditional Chinese Medicine. One can hardly find many studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, and there are even those who clamored for the abolition of this medical practice, which they deem unscientific, without realizing that their ancestors have relied on Traditional Chinese Medicine for generations to survive until today

I am not Xiao Bieli, who am I

"We cannot stop, we cannot stop." He Xiulan had been silent, troubled by her son not recognizing his biological mother. However, upon hearing about stopping the medication, she immediately reacted. Although her son did not acknowledge her, in her heart, Yifei would always be her precious son. "We are not short of money; whatever the amount, we will manage to gather it. It's just that we've been too busy these past few days and forgot to pay. Don't worry, I will make the payment shortly."

Dr. Wang thought to himself that it was likely a car accident that had affected the brain nerves, leading to the mental instability. However, as a doctor, making hasty assumptions without a diagnosis was undoubtedly unethical and could easily lead to complications. Relatively reasonable family members might engage in a discussion, but those who were less agreeable would probably start an argument on the spot. We need to observe for a period of time and conduct detailed examinations on the patient before reaching a conclusion

Slowly walking to Lin Yifei's side, Nurse Xiao let out a gentle laugh, attempting to draw his attention away from the mirror and onto herself. However, Xiao Bieli remained completely still and simply asked, "Where is this place?"

"What? Who is Wanyan Lie?" Dr. Wang stood up in confusion and turned to the middle-aged woman and the middle-aged man, asking, "Do you have any relatives named Wanyan Lie?"

"Doctor Wang." A melodious voice rang in Doctor Wang's ear, interrupting his daydreaming

Yet there was a trace of doubt in his heart. Observing his son's gaze and demeanor, it seemed he was not suffering from a mental illness. Suddenly, he shivered; yesterday was the Ghost Festival. Could it be that his son was possessed by a spirit as the legends say? However, Lin Ping was also an atheist and found his own thoughts absurd and nonsensical, shaking his head to dismiss the idea.

From his perspective, this person is an ordinary citizen and does not understand martial arts

Xiao Bieli coldly laughed and said: "The four methods of a physician—observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation—are all lacking in you. Your hands lack strength, your strikes are unsteady, and your techniques are merely the rudimentary skills of a physician, not even worthy of mention. I truly cannot understand why Wanyan Lie would choose you to perform in this farce"

What should I do now? Is it flat?

The doctor at m.hetushu.com felt a bit emotional, casting aside a hint of displeasure. He was contemplating that this patient was jointly treated by him and Dr. Qin, and it seemed that he would receive a considerable bonus this quarter. Qin Anli was actually a good person; he never forgot his colleagues when there was good news. If it weren't for him performing numerous surgeries on difficult cases over the past few years, he wouldn't have received a substantial year-end bonus.

Not only did the middle-aged man feel that something was amiss, but the middle-aged woman also sensed it. Dr. Wang suddenly turned around and reached out to check the forehead of the young man on the bed, wanting to see if the young man's illness had caused a high fever, as he was now delirious from the fever.

"What does the young lady mean by this?" Xiao Bieli's gaze remained fixed on the mirror, where, in addition to a zongzi, there was also a slender figure, with a delicate waist that could be grasped with a gentle hand

He Xiu Lan responded and had no choice but to walk out of the hospital with her husband

He Xiulan and Lin Ping were both stunned, unable to regain their composure. Xiao Bieli laughed coldly and said, "Good for you, Wanyan Lie. Even if you turn me into a vengeful spirit, I will never let you go." Yet, a wave of confusion washed over her heart, filled with more questions. Now that Wanyan Lie had the upper hand, why had he not yet shown himself?

Dr. Wang felt somewhat embarrassed. He is a Western medicine doctor, skilled in performing minor surgeries such as appendectomies and resections of the cecum. However, he is still far less proficient than Dr. Qin Anli, and he has little knowledge of the traditional Chinese medicine techniques of observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation.

However, if it is not possession by a ghost, how should one explain the son's behavior

Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine. It is said that those who survive great calamities can witness some extraordinary phenomena, such as white light or ghosts. Could it be that this young man also saw something supernatural?

"Ping, what should we do?" He Xiu Lan looked anxiously at her husband; at this moment, he was undoubtedly her pillar of support.

I used to think that only women loved beauty. Nurse Xiao felt a bit strange and somewhat worried; if his head was truly injured, it would undoubtedly be another heavy blow to the Lin couple.

The year 2002? What year is this? Who am I? A loud shout echoed in my heart, yet my lips were too weak to part, letting out a sound like that of a mosquito. The young man once again fell into an endless silence

Not only does this woman lack martial arts skills, but everyone in the room also appears unsteady on their feet, and not a single person possesses any martial ability. The doubts in their hearts grow even stronger. At this moment, He Xiulan reaches out to check her own forehead and says to Dr. Wang: "Dr. Wang, it seems my son does not have a fever."

The female nurse was taken aback, unsure of what he meant, but Dr. Wang had already said from behind, "Hurry." Without further hesitation, the female nurse administered an injection. Xiao Bieli only felt a slight sting in his arm, and in an instant, a wave of drowsiness surged over him. He couldn't help but feel alarmed; was it a poisoned needle? Not only was his body no longer his own, but the painstakingly cultivated Nine Separations and Eighteen Departures technique had also vanished without a trace. In that case, how could he resist the invasion of the poison from the needle?

The plague has spread extensively across Asia, yet it seems to have spared China. Here, traditional Chinese medicine has played a significant role in controlling the epidemic

If one cannot get along with their family, it is essentially a conflict with their own wealth. Reflecting on this brings a sense of relief

Looking at his head, which was almost as round as a gourd, Nurse Xiao sighed. His injuries were indeed severe, and even if he recovered, he would likely be left with some scars on his face. For some young people who value their appearance, what could be more important than looks? She only hoped that this young man could focus on his studies, letting go of all superficial vanity, so that he could truly honor his parents.

Regarding Dr. Wang in front of us, he is also aware that his medical skills are absolutely inferior to those of Dr. Qin. In fact, in the eyes of the family members, the proficiency of any doctor is a highly sensitive matter, far more so than the usual professional title assessments conducted by hospitals.

Nodding slightly, Nurse Xiao walked towards the pharmacy, passing by Lin Ping and his wife, with a hint of a smile on her lips, reassuringly saying: "Aunt He, rest assured, your son will definitely get better"

After observing the actions of the middle-aged woman in front of him for a while, Xiao Bieli finally said, "I can, but I... I am not Yi Fei." His voice was somewhat low, yet it possessed a certain magnetism

Dr. Wang's complexion finally returned to normal. This young man was most likely suffering from a nervous breakdown. However, after glancing at the Lin couple beside him, he still could not bring himself to speak.

"Rest assured and wait. " Lin Ping suddenly remembered that the payment had not yet been made. Hearing Nurse Xiao say this, he realized that stopping the medication would mean stopping Xiao Fei's sustenance. "Let's go get the money and make the payment first, and then..." He glanced at Doctor Wang, saw him walking further away, and knew he could no longer hear them. "Then we can call Doctor Qin to ask about the situation. Xiao Fei, you can rest easy; he has nurses taking care of him. Let's go make the payment, and by the time we return, Xiao Fei might have woken up."

Dr. Wang felt somewhat embarrassed, thinking that times have changed; it seems that patients know much more than doctors these days. Even the young woman, Ms. Lin, in front of him had taken on the responsibilities of a nurse. Just as he was about to regain some dignity, he suddenly noticed the young man on the bed looking horrified, his gaze fixed directly behind him

He Xiulan forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Nurse Xiao"

Will Doctor Qin be back tonight? Lin Ping knew that this question was inappropriate, but for the safety of his son, he had no choice but to ask it anyway

"Yifei, you must not scare your mother." Seeing her son's strange expression on the bed, as if he wanted to struggle, the middle-aged woman anxiously asked, "Can you see my hand clearly?" She kept waving her hand in front of her son's eyes, her gaze filled with anxiety

Hospital? Xiao Bieli furrowed his brows, struggling to think; it seemed that the term "hospital" was quite unfamiliar to him.

"What is it, Nurse Xiao?" He Xiulan casually replied.

The middle-aged woman in front of him shook her head in confusion, while the unease on the middle-aged man's face deepened. He merely watched as Dr. Wang bent down, suppressing the words he wanted to say. After listening for a while, Dr. Wang checked the young man's eyelids again, his expression becoming somewhat strange, but more so filled with smiles. He slowly stood up, turned around, and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Lin and Ms. He, your son has improved significantly and should have passed the critical period; there is no longer any danger to his life"

Lin Ping, however, only thought that he would not return today and must wait until Doctor Qin arrived before discussing further

Fixated on Dr. Wang's hands and the stethoscope in the *illustrated* book, Xiao Bieli's eyes reflected a hint of curiosity. What kind of weapon is this? Its design is so peculiar, and he had never seen anything like it before. The soft tube ends in a shiny, round metallic object. However, he felt utterly powerless, knowing that struggling would be futile, so he simply waited to see how he would be tormented.

Yet, I heard the middle-aged woman anxiously say: "Ping, Yifei, what has happened? What are we going to do about this?"

What this young man said is indeed quite reasonable, but while it is reasonable, he also lacks an understanding of human relationships and is rather disrespectful to the attending physician. In the midst of the awkwardness, there is a hint of indignation, secretly thinking that even if I do not know traditional Chinese medicine, what difference does it make? It is still you lying in bed, and it is still I who will treat the illness

However, what astonished Xiao Bieli was not the preciousness of the mirror, but the reflection within it. Although he knew he was seriously injured, and although the young man on the bed in the mirror was wrapped up like a zongzi, Xiao Bieli recognized at a glance that it was not himself

You no longer need to pretend; although my injuries are severe, I am not going to die. Even though I cannot muster my true energy, I have already sensed the condition of my injuries. No matter how serious the wounds are, I can heal myself. What is the point of these people feigning concern!

After picking up the medication from the pharmacy, Nurse Xiao wasted no time and quickly pushed the medication cart towards the emergency care room. Although there were dedicated personnel watching over there, seeing Aunt He’s anxious expression made her wish for Lin Yifei’s recovery as soon as possible. He is still an outstanding student at Zheqing University, which is the same institution as her sister, Yue Ru. She wondered what his major was. Alas, this serious illness will likely have an impact on his studies.

Your son has just awakened, and the glucose and vitamins provided in the medication are sufficient for his current nutritional needs. Moreover, his gastrointestinal system is still recovering, so even liquid food should be considered only after a few days, and he must not consume greasy foods. Therefore, you do not need to prepare any food for him in the coming days

There was a slight displeasure in his heart, and Dr. Wang certainly understood it well. However, that Qin Anli was the top surgeon at Anping Hospital. The facts were laid out before him, and even if he felt dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do about it. "I am on the day shift today; you can come to me for everything."

Suddenly recalling something, He Xiulan exclaimed, "Right, Xiao Fei has woken up. He hasn't eaten anything for two days. I will go home and stew a black chicken for him to replenish his strength. Every time he comes back, he drinks several bowls before he stops. I will go now, I will go now. By the way, I also need to withdraw some money. Ping, you go and withdraw it, but who will take care of Xiao Fei when he wakes up?" Yet, she was reluctant to leave the hospital, fearing that if her son woke up and couldn't see her, she kept talking but her feet remained rooted to the spot, looking completely at a loss. By the way, I also need to withdraw some money. Ping, you go and withdraw it, but who will take care of Xiao Fei when he wakes up?" Yet, she was reluctant to leave the hospital, fearing that if her son woke up and couldn't see her, she kept talking but her feet remained rooted to the spot, looking completely at a loss.

Since the Qing Dynasty, China has experienced continuous turmoil, resulting in the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine being reduced to less than one percent, which is far less popular than Western medicine. Nowadays, everything is driven by profit, and there are very few businesses that operate without financial backing. Consequently, as market trends dictate, fewer and fewer people are studying traditional Chinese medicine. Surgeons like Dr. Wang are only familiar with the four terms of traditional medical practice: observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking, while being completely ignorant of the rest. Patients share this sentiment, placing greater emphasis on Western medicine over traditional Chinese medicine, believing that consuming various herbs is far less satisfying than undergoing surgery, and of course, the costs are also quite extravagant.

"Aunt He," Nurse Xiao called out

Xiao Bieli felt a stir in his heart. Could this be some trick played by Wanyan Lie? "Since I have fallen into your hands, you may kill or torture me as you please. Where is Wanyan Lie? Let him come out to see me"

The middle-aged man, who had originally been beaming with a smile, suddenly became somewhat uneasy. He nudged Dr. Wang, who was momentarily taken aback before regaining his composure. He spoke softly, "You have just regained consciousness; it is not advisable to exert yourself too much. Let me check your injuries..." As he spoke, he leaned down and took out a stethoscope, intending to check the young man's heartbeat.

Who am I?! Wanyan Lie, come out!" Everyone's hearts raced, and Dr. Wang was momentarily stunned before suddenly turning his head and shouting: "Nurse, prepare the sedative!"

Consciousness gradually becomes blurred, Yifei? I am Yifei? Then who is Xiao Bieli?

Slowly pushing open the door, Nurse Xiao was taken aback. Lin Yifei, who had woken up at some point, was staring blankly at the mirror in front of him, not even glancing at the door when he heard the sound of it opening.

A professional title is merely a nominal distinction; when it comes to treating and saving lives, such titles are of no consequence. Therefore, even though Doctor Wang holds the same title as Doctor Qin, both being attending physicians and associate professors at Anping Hospital, in Lin Ping's mind, there is a world of difference between them.

A sense of unease stirred within, as if a ghost were standing right behind him. He hurriedly turned his head to look, and aside from a mirror that was as tall as a person hanging on the wall, there was nothing else. Why was this young man so engrossed, and why did his gaze appear so strange?

It is important to understand that during the time when the plague ravaged Europe, there were no effective remedies. When the Black Death struck Europe, one third of the population perished. During the Italian Renaissance, Boccaccio's famous collection of stories, "The Decameron," vividly depicted this tragic situation

Nurse Xiao was certainly unaware that Dr. Wang was currently contemplating her lifelong affairs; she simply asked, "Is Lin Yifei in the emergency room using the same medication today?"

Lin Ping tugged at his wife's sleeve, and he and his wife followed Dr. Wang. As soon as the ward door was closed, Lin Ping could not wait to ask: "Sir, what is wrong with my son?"

Dr. Qin instructed that these medications should be used for more than three days, so please continue to prescribe the medication according to the prescription today

Undergoing surgery, whether one can preserve their life remains uncertain, but it is already fortunate if one's wallet does not end up completely emptied

The gaze of the young person on the bed gradually became vacant and unfocused, their head slowly drooping down, and finally, they slumped down weakly. Yet, the last glance fell upon a calendar at the head of the bed, which read August 24, 2002, the Year of the Horse.

"What is it, Xiao Xiao?" Dr. Wang's tone softened. Before him stood the graceful and charming Nurse Xiao, a true sight to behold at Anping Hospital. Patients would come not just for treatment, but to catch a glimpse of Nurse Xiao, making several visits a year for that purpose alone. However, he was self-aware enough to know he had no real hope, so he merely came to look. Qin Anli seemed to have some feelings for Nurse Xiao. Although his medical skills were lacking, his observational abilities in this regard were unparalleled. He understood that Nurse Xiao did not harbor any special feelings for him. Yet, even with his keen insight, he could not discern any particular fondness she had for Qin Anli.