Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter 49 The villagers' entreaties and word-of-mouth recommendations

I. Upon hearing the news, neighbors all came to offer their condolences.

The news that Chen Shanhe was about to set off for the provincial capital to make his fortune spread like a spring breeze, yet also like a wisp of sorrow, throughout the streets and alleys of Qinglong Town in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the news spread, the whole street was in an uproar.

The person who was weeding in the field dropped the hoe and ran back;

Those doing needlework indoors would put down their work and push open the door to go outside;

The vendors who ran small businesses packed up their stalls and hurried over.

The villagers, pulling each other and calling out to each other, hurried along with anxious expressions, gathering one after another at Chen Shanhe's doorstep. The scene was lively yet tinged with a sense of heaviness.

Before long, the small courtyard was packed with people, with people standing at the gate and along the walls.

Inside and outside the courtyard, there were familiar faces: elderly people with white hair, lively children running around, and neighbors with whom you spend every day.

Every face was filled with deep regret and reluctance, their brows furrowed and their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Everyone looked at each other, and we all knew what was going on—

This town is going to lose a top-notch, truly excellent doctor.

Some people couldn't help but sigh softly, one after another;

Some people had slightly red eyes, but they held back their tears.

Someone opened their mouth as if to say something, but the words that came out were filled with reluctance and a desire to keep them.

The courtyard was filled with the sounds of people, but there were no arguments or noises, only whispers of pleas to stay and words of concern, gently echoing through the small courtyard.

Poems as proof:

Upon hearing of his distant journey,

Neighbors gathered in the courtyard.

I only wish that good doctors could remain in their homeland.

Each note a plea for help, each one filled with deep longing.

II. Expressing deep gratitude to doctors

The villagers crowded into the courtyard, shoulder to shoulder, making the small courtyard impossible to move. Everyone had a worried look on their face, full of reluctance.

Grandpa Zhang from next door, leaning on his jujube wood cane, took two shaky steps forward, his white beard twitching, his voice trembling.

"My dear child, you mustn't leave!"

"In our Qinglong Town, young and old, who can do without you? If you leave, we old folks will have no one to rely on for medical treatment and medicine!"

Wang, the neighbor across the street, squeezed to the front with her three-year-old child in her arms, her eyes red and her voice choked with sobs.

"You are kind-hearted and have excellent medical skills. You don't charge the poor a penny for medical treatment, and you are fair to the rich as well. You never overcharge them."

"The other night, my son had a high fever in the middle of the night and was about to pass out. I called you in the middle of the night, and you came running over wearing only a thin shirt and stayed with him until dawn without asking for a single penny."

"What will we do if something urgent happens to us now that you're gone?"

Aunt Li from the back street wiped away her tears, sighing repeatedly, her words filled with gratitude.

"My wife has suffered from back and leg pain for more than ten years and can't get out of bed when it's raining. You come to our house every few days to do acupuncture and massage, and you've never charged her a penny."

"Now that you're leaving, we feel empty and lost, like we've lost our pillar of support!"

Uncle Liu from the front street also spoke up, his tone heavy.

"Who in our town hasn't received your kindness? Who hasn't been helped out of a crisis by you?"

"When Uncle Zhao from the east end had a stroke, you came to his house and treated him for half a year before he could walk again; when Xiao Shuanzi from the west end broke his leg, you set his bone and applied medicine, and now he can run and jump as usual."

"You're an honest and upright person, a blessing to our whole town. Your departure is a tremendous loss!"

Everyone spoke at length, expressing genuine gratitude without uttering a single falsehood.

There was no flattery or praise; it was all based on the genuine experiences and heartfelt memories of the neighbors.

The more they talked, the more emotional they became, and the more reluctant they were to part. The courtyard was filled with sounds of pleading and sighs, creating a warm yet somber atmosphere.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Chen Shanhe listened to these heartfelt words, feeling both warm and bittersweet, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He knew that these simple and honest villagers truly regarded him as one of their own, as their most trusted confidant.

Poems as proof:

He often used his benevolent skills to save his neighbors.

Regardless of wealth or poverty, we share the same heart.

I am very reluctant to leave today.

Every word expresses heartfelt gratitude.

III. Exchanging local specialties shows boundless affection.

As they talked, the villagers in the courtyard could no longer contain their reluctance to part.

Many elderly women and aunties turned around and ran home, their steps hurried, afraid of being a step too slow.

Before long, they all rushed back, carrying, holding, or hugging things.

Some brought a full basket of fresh eggs, each one round and plump, which were saved up at home that they couldn't bear to eat.

Some brought over a stack of freshly baked dry food, still steaming and smelling delicious.

Some brought out dried wild vegetables, mushrooms, salted fish, and miscellaneous grains, all local specialties produced in their own fields and seas.

Without saying a word, everyone stuffed things into Chen Shanhe's hands, put them in his basket, and piled them on the table.

"Take the mountains and rivers with you on the road. Eat when you're hungry, and don't travel on an empty stomach."

"This is made in our own land, it's not worth much money, but it's all from our hearts."

"It's not easy being away from home, so don't skimp on yourself. Save where you can and make do with what you can."

The items were not valuable; there was no gold, silver, or treasure.

But every egg, every piece of dry food, and every local product is wrapped with the most simple and heartfelt sincerity of the villagers.

A pair of hands, rough and sturdy from years of hard work,

Dark, simple, wrinkled faces...

His eyes were full of reluctance, love, concern, and sincerity.

Su Wanjing stood aside, quietly watching this touching scene, her eyes already red.

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

She felt both warm and bittersweet, incredibly proud that her beloved was so loved and respected by the villagers.

Chen Shanhe's hands and arms were stuffed full, and he couldn't push them away or refuse them.

A warm current surged from the bottom of my heart to the top of my head, so warm and hot that it almost overflowed.

Poems as proof:

Eggs, dried food, local specialties, fragrant.

Two rough hands convey deep affection.

Although it was not a gift of gold and jade,

But the neighbors were heartbroken.

IV. A Promise Made: Returning to My Hometown

Chen Shanhe stood in the courtyard, looking at the villagers filling the yard.

Familiar faces, pairs of reluctant eyes—all filled with sincerity and deep affection.

He felt a mix of warmth and sorrow, overwhelmed with emotion, and was too moved to speak for a moment.

These are the people of Qinglong Town: simple, sincere, affectionate, and loyal.

If you do them a little kindness, they will remember you for a lifetime.

He slowly bent down and bowed deeply, then again, and then a third time, to the people of all ages in the courtyard.

I bow once to express my gratitude for the kindness and support of my fellow villagers.

He bowed twice to thank everyone for trying to persuade him to stay.

I bow three times to express my gratitude to this land that nurtured me.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, fellow villagers. I can never repay your kindness. I will remember it all and never forget it!"

He straightened up, his voice steady and powerful, each word sincere, echoing throughout the courtyard.

"My trip to the provincial capital is only a temporary departure, not a permanent one."

"Once I've established myself outside, I'll definitely come back to visit everyone and revisit my homeland often."

"As long as I return to Qinglong Town, I will continue to treat the villagers and practice medicine. I will respond to their requests and be available whenever they call."

"I, Chen Shanhe, will never forget my roots, and I will never let down the kindness of my fellow villagers!"

After he finished speaking, many of the elderly people in the courtyard were moved and quietly raised their hands to wipe away tears.

The women's eyes also reddened, and they sighed softly, their hearts filled with reluctance.

The courtyard is filled with warmth, concern, and reluctance to part.

A gentle breeze blows by, carrying the fragrance of the countryside's grass and trees, the words of the villagers, and their hopes for those who have traveled far away.

At this moment, there is no distinction between rich and poor, high and low, noble and humble; there is only a sincere heart and a deep affection for one's hometown.

Poems as proof:

Tears of deep affection silently streamed down the courtyard.

With reluctant farewells, I bid you farewell.

If I can return to my hometown in the future

His benevolent heart still shines upon all around.