I'm not a drama god

"Dr. Jia, I brought my mother with me. Please take a look at her."

As Chen Ling's wheelchair moved behind the curtain, he heard a respectful voice. He did not go out immediately, but waited quietly behind the curtain, peering through the gap.

The speaker was an ordinary young man wearing a cotton-padded coat. He was hunched over, carrying a woman in her fifties on his back. He was covered in dust and dirt, and there were several patches on the cuffs of his coat.

"Okay, put him down." Dr. Jia waved his hand casually.

After the young man placed his mother on a chair in the clinic, Dr. Jia walked over, touched her forehead, and then leaned close to her ear and asked loudly:

"Auntie, where do you feel unwell?"

The young man next to him was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Um... Dr. Jia, my mother is just sick, she's not hard of hearing, and she's not that old..."

"Do I need you to remind me?" Dr. Jia glanced at him, and the latter immediately shut up and said no more.

"I've been coughing for the past few days... I can't sleep at night, I feel cold all over... my heart feels like it's being suffocated, and I feel like I can't breathe..."

"Is there blood in your cough?"

"Yes... it's yellowish-black in the morning, but usually it's red."

"How long?"

"It's been over twenty days... the coughing up of blood only started in the last few days." The woman trembled as she reached out her hands, trying to grasp Dr. Jia's hands as if clutching at a straw.

"Dr. Jia... Dr. Jia! Is my illness contagious...? Qiang has been taking care of me a lot lately, and I'm afraid he'll catch it from me too... My youngest son was born with a visual impairment, and now that I'm so sick, Qiang is the only breadwinner in our family... I can't let him get infected!!"

Just as the woman's hand was about to touch Dr. Jia, he swiftly withdrew it, then squeezed the mask on his face with his index and middle fingers to make it fit more tightly...

Then he sighed:

"It's really hard to say whether this is contagious... There are so many infectious diseases now, and they all spread in different ways."

"It is said that in the past, our medical level was able to analyze the characteristics of these viruses, develop effective drugs, and take some effective preventive measures... but now... sigh."

Ah Qiang, who was standing next to him, was getting a little anxious and couldn't help but speak up:

"Dr. Jia, could you prescribe some more antibiotics? We've finished the last dose, and I can't buy them anywhere else... I've been asking around these past few days, and you're the only place that has antibiotics."

"Antibiotics, I do have them." Dr. Jia slowly stood up, his hands behind his back.

"Moreover, these are rare, banned drugs, ten times more effective than ordinary antibiotics, and they work much faster. Your mother should feel much better after taking them..."

Upon hearing this, hope shone in the eyes of both A-Qiang and his mother, and A-Qiang almost knelt down before Dr. Jia.

"Dr. Jia, please save my mother!!"

"But this medicine... is quite rare, I originally planned to keep it for myself..."

"I understand! I understand!" A-Qiang picked up the basket beside him, peeled off the white cloth tightly wrapped around it, and exposed a few pieces of dark yellow bread to the air. "This is the last of our family's stock... Dr. Jia, do you think it's enough?"

Dr. Jia turned around and saw the few dirty pieces of bread in the basket, and frowned slightly.

He snorted coldly:

"What would I do with these few pieces of tattered bread? Take them back! Don't you have anything valuable on you?"

A-Qiang was stunned. He subconsciously touched his body, but found nothing... After a moment of hesitation, the woman reluctantly took off a jade bracelet from her wrist and handed it to Dr. Jia with both hands.

“Dr. Jia, this is my dowry from back then… Do you think this is enough?” Her voice was extremely hoarse.

Dr. Jia squinted, weighed the jade bracelet in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Well, yes."

After saying that, he took out a crumpled newspaper from his other pocket.

As he slowly peeled back the newspaper, several irregularly shaped, pill-like objects came into view of A-Qiang and his mother. He took one out and placed it in A-Qiang's hand.

"Go, pour some water, and give your mother one pill now... The rest, two pills a day, no more, understand?"

"My medicine is very effective. After taking it, you will definitely feel better."

"well!!"

A-Qiang excitedly took the medicine, poured a glass of water and served it to his mother. Then he carefully folded the newspaper containing the other pills and put it in his bosom for safekeeping.

"Thank you, Dr. Jia!"

"You're welcome. You should go back first, so that the old lady doesn't catch a cold."

Ah Qiang picked up his mother again, thanked Dr. Jia repeatedly, then picked up the basket of bread and left.

Just as Dr. Jia was about to go back to his room to rest, he turned around and saw a figure in a wheelchair appear silently behind him like a ghost.

Dr. Jia was clearly startled, but after recognizing Chen Ling, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's you... How come you didn't make a sound when I pushed your wheelchair? When did you wake up?"

"Just now." Chen Ling smiled slightly.

"Dr. Jia? Thank you so much for saving my life."

Dr. Jia relaxed and sat down on a chair nearby. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "You really should thank me... Without me, you'd probably be cremated by now."

Chen Ling nodded slightly: "Does Dr. Jia like gold and silver jewelry?"

Dr. Jia paused for a moment, glanced suspiciously at Chen Ling in the wheelchair, hesitated for a second, and then nodded.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Then consider this gold brick my thank-you gift."

With a flick of her sleeve, Chen Ling sent a heavy gold brick flying through the air in a graceful parabola before landing in Dr. Jia's hand...

Dr. Jia hadn't been able to see what it was at first, but when he actually held a gold brick in his hand, his jaw nearly dropped in shock... A gold brick? It really was a gold brick?

Was it his imagination? The size of this gold brick was somewhat similar to the bricks outside his clinic.

In any case, this was the first time Dr. Jia had ever seen such a large piece of gold. He stared blankly at Chen Ling in the wheelchair, speechless for a moment.

"I'll borrow your wheelchair for now... Is that alright?" Chen Ling offered.

"No, no problem."

"Don't tell anyone you've seen me, and don't reveal anything about this gold brick... unless you want to get yourself into trouble." Chen Ling didn't seem to intend to stay any longer, pushing the wheelchair straight to the clinic entrance. Then, as if remembering something, she turned back to look at him.

"By the way, do you know which direction Jinghong Tower is in?"