Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

Chapter 855: Chapter 857: A Lone Leaf Boat

"Well... today we’re here to watch Doctor Xiao treat the patient, so we can’t steal your thunder." The doctor speaking had a hint of awkwardness on his face. Originally, he wanted to see Xiao Yifei make a fool of himself, but unexpectedly, it backfired, leaving them unable to maintain their dignity in front of Xiao Yifei.

Xiao Yifei remembered that this condition was recorded in the medical book left by his grandfather. The book described a middle-aged man who witnessed the execution scene of a criminal in the town square, and since then, he couldn’t eat and lost interest in everything.

Actually, this illness originates in the mind. Long-term psychological suppression leads to physical organs experiencing problems. Modern psychology has conducted dedicated research on this. It should be considered a psychological trauma, akin to retired soldiers who easily suffer from post-war psychological ailments.

Therefore, Xiao Yifei asked the patient if he had experienced any significant events in the past six months or whether he had undergone major psychological shocks.

He said there were none in the last six months but mentioned getting divorced from his wife a year ago. Since then, he has lived alone. He said that right after the divorce, he felt uneasy, but eventually, he mentally recovered. However, unexpectedly, now his body is showing issues.

Xiao Yifei thought, well, that makes sense; sometimes, the mind and body aren’t in sync. This man’s illness stems from undergoing a series of emotional changes. Even though he mentally recovered a long time ago, his body only recently got the message, resulting in an illness without identifiable causes.

This Saturday, he finally didn’t need to get up early. At around nine o’clock, Xiao Yifei finally woke up but continued lying in bed. The room was warm and cozy; sunlight barely seeped through the thick curtains, casting faint beams. As Xiao Yifei lay in bed, he happily contemplated how waking up naturally every day and then staying in bed a while feels like one of life’s greatest pleasures.

The other two people were still sleeping as well. After a busy week, now was the only time to completely relax, so no one wanted to disrupt the beautiful Saturday morning.

There’s a similarity between a bed and a train; from the moment we lie down at night until waking up the next day, we can pretend to ignore the things that worry us, leaving them for tomorrow morning, allowing us to sleep peacefully.

It’s the same with the train. Among all means of transportation, Xiao Yifei loved trains the most, especially reminiscing about the now-defunct green trains.

He remembered his first train ride at the age of seventeen when he was heading to university. Initially, his grandfather wished he would fly, but flying required transfers, and fortunately, there was a direct train from home to school. So, against his grandfather’s wishes, Xiao Yifei bought a train ticket.

Back then, the green trains were actually quite decent. Despite the journey appearing short on the map, the train ride lasted an entire day and night, twenty-four hours. When he finally alighted from the train, his legs felt unfamiliar.

However, it was undoubtedly the best train journey he remembered, filled with an unparalleled excitement, including the thrill of the first train ride, but even more so, the anticipation for university life.

Later, he tried flying and sailing, but still preferred trains. He felt that every time he was on a train, he could momentarily escape from worldly matters, whether joyful or worrisome, momentarily forgetting the exam in three days or the internship next month.

Those were few moments for Xiao Yifei to let go and think of nothing. He felt as if he hadn’t had such a carefree life since the fourth grade, always facing various things requiring his attention.

Every time he sat on a train, Xiao Yifei fantasized about a train without a terminal, one that kept going indefinitely, wondering where it would eventually end. He often thought similarly on buses, but the rides were too short, and his reverie usually ended before reaching the stop.

Xiao Yifei’s personality had more of the negative things, uncertain whether born like this or shaped by reading many mature books from a young age, books like Dream of the Red Chamber, which he’d read several times even in primary school. Books do profoundly influence one’s character.

He often wondered if not for his grandfather, he might not be a doctor. What else could he be? Yet, he couldn’t visualize himself in any other role besides being a doctor. If he lived in ancient times, he’d be willing to be a hermit leading a life of "picking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan," but such a life isn’t feasible in modern society.

He always found the hermit’s life extraordinarily beautiful, the routine of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Imagining having a few houses at the foot of Nanshan, planting flowers and trees in the front yard, raising chickens and dogs in the backyard, occasionally fishing by the lake.

Was it because ancient poets deliberately embellished their lives in poems or were their lives genuinely that wonderful? Every time Xiao Yifei read such lines, he couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty.

Just like his favorite poem, "Thousand mountains birds have flown away, ten thousand people have vanished. A lone boat, a coir hat-wearing old man, fishing alone in the cold river’s snow." Such scenes can’t be conveyed through language, a feat Xiao Yifei found impossible, yet this great poet achieved.

Among mountains, there’s a lake. Winter snow blankets the land, rendering it desolate without any creatures, yet there’s an old man on a solitary boat, fishing in the lake or warming a pot of wine, savoring the beauty before him.

Xiao Yifei also envisioned such a life. But currently, this remains merely a dream, perhaps attainable after retirement.

Finding a particularly scenic village to live his envisioned life.

Returning to reality, Xiao Yifei felt out of place in modern society, often quite reluctant to speak. If no one initiated conversation, he could easily spend an entire day without uttering a word.

Speaking felt draining, especially in crucial settings or meeting important figures. He often didn’t know what to say, repeatedly contemplating his words, mindful of whether his words would please the listener.

Gifted verbal skills are innate, many demonstrating extraordinary linguistic talent from a young age, growing up to excel. When facing numerous situations, they effortlessly knew the right things to say, adept at making others happy. noveldrama

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