Urban Super Medical Saint

"Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing if the county develops the entire Baiyun Mountain into a tourist area?" Wu Yili suddenly asked Ge Dongxu, who had lowered his head.

But as soon as the question left her lips, Wu Yili couldn't help but shake her head subtly, thinking to herself that after all, he was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. What kind of answer could she expect from him?

However, to Wu Yili's surprise, the expression on the young man's face in front of her turned thoughtful and serious. It took a long time before he managed a wry smile and said, "If it were just me living here, I would definitely choose to preserve the original and beautiful scenery of Baiyun Mountain, rather than develop it into a tourist area. But times have changed, many people in the mountains are trapped and can't leave, their lives falling further and further behind the outside world. If Baiyun Mountain were developed into a tourist area, many mountain villages could enjoy the benefits of tourism development just like our Ge Family Village. But once developed, these trees, these plants and flowers, the various wild animals and snakes, and the peace here..."

A look of heaviness and reluctance appeared on Ge Dongxu's face.

He had grown up here since he was a child and had deep feelings for every plant and tree; he didn't want anyone to disturb the tranquility, but as he grew older and read more, Ge Dongxu knew that the people in the mountains needed to live, and people in the cities needed places to have fun. It was just a matter of time before the entire Baiyun Mountain would be developed into a tourist area.

Although he didn't know who the woman in front of him was, he could now guess that she must be connected with the development of Baiyun Mountain, otherwise why would such a woman—with her temperament, so beautiful and stylish, obviously cultured like a woman from the city—suddenly appear here?

Ge Dongxu wasn't wrong; Wu Yili was one of the experts hired by Changxi County and Ouzhou City's Tourism Bureau. She was mainly responsible for assessing the environmental impact of the tourism development on Baiyun Mountain.

To facilitate the experts' site inspections and discussions about the overall development of Baiyun Mountain, this meeting was arranged at Baiyun Mountain Resort, already developed into a tourist area.

Wu Yili had woken up early in the morning and had left Baiyun Mountain Resort alone. She was so captivated by the pristine scenery of Baiyun Mountain that she unintentionally ended up on a secluded mountain path, leading to the subsequent events.

"Yes, these trees and these flowers, such pristine tranquility, it's really hard to let go. But you're right, if it were my choice, I would choose to preserve all of this, but if it's for the people of the entire mountain area, we still have to choose development," said Wu Yili, nodding in agreement, her gaze towards Ge Dongxu taking on a different light. She realized that this mountain boy was quite unlike the average youth.

"Letting go is necessary to gain; that's life. You can't have it perfect every time; you can only try to make it as perfect as possible. The same goes for the development of Baiyun Mountain—I just hope we can preserve as much of these trees and plants as possible," Ge Dongxu remarked pensively.

"How old are you, to have so many profound thoughts?" Wu Yili murmured, nodding involuntarily. But she quickly realized that she was speaking to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ge Dongxu, laughing.

Having lived with Ren Yao for a long time, Ge Dongxu had inevitably acquired an old person's sense of vicissitude and depth, but deep down, he was still just a teenager. So when Wu Yili spoke like that, Ge Dongxu felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head shyly, showing the bashfulness appropriate for his age.

The two of them talked and walked, and soon they arrived at the main road leading to Baiyun Mountain Resort.

"Baiyun Mountain Resort is not far from here. This road is safe, and I won't be able to accompany you further since I have other things to do," Ge Dongxu said, pointing to Baiyun Mountain Resort built halfway up the mountain.

"Thank you, Dongxu. I don't know how to thank you for saving my life. Here's a little something from me, please accept it." Hearing that Ge Dongxu was leaving, Wu Yili realized that she had unwittingly reached the main road leading directly to Baiyun Mountain Resort and quickly opened her handbag, taking out a stack of hundred-yuan bills to stuff into Ge Dongxu's hand.

"No need, no need, this is what I should do," Ge Dongxu hurriedly waved his hands and then turned to leave without looking back, no matter how much Wu Yili called after him.

"This Dongxu!" Wu Yili, seeing Ge Dongxu disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, reluctantly put away the money, and then walked towards the resort. Yet in her heart, she firmly remembered this youth who had saved her life, had seen the most mysterious part of her body, and had displayed the composure and calm of an adult at every turn.

After bidding Wu Yili farewell, Ge Dongxu quickly made his way toward the place where the Polygonum multiflorum grew.

Soon, Ge Dongxu reached the edge of a cliff. The cliff was covered with some pine trees, various climbing plants, flowers, and under it was a gorge.

Ge Dongxu grabbed a vine and descended along it, dropping about fifty meters until he reached a protruding rock covered with vine leaves.

Among those vine leaves were leaves of Polygonum multiflorum as well as other wild vines that Ge Dongxu had deliberately redirected to conceal the area.

Parting the layers of leaves, the roots of Polygonum multiflorum partially exposed on the rock crevice could be seen, with exposed roots larger than an adult's fist by half.

Seeing the Polygonum multiflorum growing in the crevice again, recalling that it was worth at least a million, Ge Dongxu couldn't help but get excited, his hand holding the small hoe trembling slightly.

"It's just a million. Is it worth getting so worked up?" Ge Dongxu secretly scorned himself, and after taking a few deep breaths, he managed to steady his emotions and then carefully chiseled the rock with the small hoe.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The roots of Polygonum multiflorum had deeply penetrated the rock crevice, and after much effort and sweating profusely, Ge Dongxu finally extracted the whole root system intact.

This was a forty-centimeter-long dark brown Polygonum multiflorum, irregular in surface texture and weighing at least ten kilograms.

"This is a thousand-year wild Polygonum multiflorum, what a pity! However, one day, I will possess it again." Smelling the fragrant scent emanating from the thousand-year Polygonum multiflorum, Ge Dongxu, thinking of the need to sell it, could not help but feel a bit reluctant, but quickly that turned into firmness and strong self-confidence.

He put the Polygonum multiflorum into a bamboo basket, covered it with vine leaves, and climbed up the cliff along the vine.

Returning home with the basket on his back, Ge Shengming and his wife did not ask their son what he had gathered that day. They knew that their son had learned many things from Ren Yao, including medical knowledge, things they did not know.

When Ge Dongxu was just around ten years old, he was the one who treated their colds and fevers, brewing the medicine which made them well. By the time Ge Dongxu was thirteen, he had started making medicinal wines for them. By drinking a little every day, they had not had a cold or fever for years, and had even appeared more vigorous and younger. Therefore, when it came to their son dealing with herbs, they were very confident and never questioned it.

Of course, if Ge Shengming and his wife knew that the herbs in their son's basket were worth a million, they certainly would not have been able to refrain from asking.

ps: I need to get something off my chest today. I've been writing books since 2007, nearly ten years, and I can say with confidence that I've never engaged in vote manipulation. Even though every book of mine has over ten thousand subscribers, and the average subscription for "The Supreme Immortal Doctor in the City" should be around twenty thousand when counting QiDian, I have never attained a significant ranking in monthly votes. This is because the grandfather who has passed away taught me from an early age to be honest, a lesson that has been deeply etched into my bones since I started contemplating life in middle school. But has the era really changed? Despite having over ten thousand collections for a new book and finally getting the new book to the sixth spot on the QiDian New Book List through the hard-won recommendation votes from my loyal readers, it fell beyond the tenth place in just one afternoon. I don't want to criticize other people's actions because that's just how society is today; many are compelled to behave this way. If you don't engage in manipulating votes, you simply don't stand a chance to rise above the rest, and with so many channels available, it's become all too easy to do. Yet I choose to continue to hold onto my principles, which is why I, an old author, am shamelessly asking other authors for recommendations—it's all to avoid walking down that path! There's no other reason than seeing many authors continuing to write honestly as I do—I can't offer them much, but I can tell them, I respect them, I won't use underhanded methods to beat them! Does this make me a stubborn old man? Maybe some things are worth holding onto, right? Like back when I left my job at the research institute because I refused to bribe my superiors as I earned a living through solid research capabilities. Is that being stubborn? Ridiculous? Do you know why scientific research in China struggles to advance? It lacks a sincere heart! The only time I ever seriously punished my son was when he lied. Writing this, I'm moved to tears! I beg my readers to give me the strength to persist. Please support me as much as possible. I want to fight for the rankings fairly and squarely; I don't want to forsake my convictions. Yet as I watch my rank being trampled step by step, the temptation grows and my resolve weakens. I must hold on, I must! Roar! At least when the end approaches and I look back on my life, I can say there was something I pursued to the very end.