Chapter 91: Chapter 091: Indistinguishable from Beasts at Five Meters
Myopia isn’t a big deal to some, yet not a small issue to others. Once you develop myopia, it’s a lifelong irreversible condition, and as of now, we mainly have preventive measures but no cure. Even laser eye surgery can damage the cornea, not to mention that minors are not allowed to undergo such procedures for myopia.
In today’s internet age, coupled with the immense academic pressure in junior and senior high school, if there are fifty students in a class, it’s very likely that forty of them have myopia to some degree. Even Duan Xingye has nearly 100 degrees of myopia.
Qi Yue developed myopia in her ninth-grade year due to the stress of middle school exams and an embarrassing photo of her wearing glasses was even posted on the school forum.
As a young girl who loves beauty, she furiously opted for contact lenses. But any girl who has worn contact lenses knows that prolonged use can cause the eyes to lack oxygen, leading to red blood vessels and uncomfortable dryness.
Qi Yue was quite distressed by this and even asked her brother to consider getting surgery for her myopia.
However, first, Qi Yue is still a minor, and second, current myopia surgeries can cause corneal damage and some have side effects, which even Qi Yue herself fears.
Only those with myopia understand how painful it is, not being able to distinguish people from animals beyond five meters!
If Bai Chuwei really has the skills to cure her myopia, it wouldn’t just be a consultation fee of two thousand yuan she’d be willing to give; she’d happily pay a hundred thousand!
Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, “It’s curable.”
Qi Yue’s face showed a mixture of emotions while Duan Xingye, sitting beside her, egged her on, “Do you feel an urge to call someone ‘Daddy’?!”
Qi Yue: “…” You really do understand me, huh? If anyone could cure my myopia, I wouldn’t just call them ‘Daddy’, I’d even call them ‘Grandpa’!
Bai Chuwei took paper and pen, swiftly writing a list of medicinal names that only a professional doctor could understand, in a script vastly different from the Spiritual White Script she wrote on the test paper before.
“Take this and buy the medicine at the pharmacy, then I’ll tell you how to use them.”
Qi Yue was skeptical and suddenly dumbfounded at the response, “Huh? You’re not going to help me use the medicine?”
Bai Chuwei said meaningfully, “Two thousand yuan is just the consultation fee.”
“Oh, you want money, that’s easy to say! My Qi Family may lack many things, but money is definitely not one of them!” Qi Yue replied unbothered, catching the implied meaning.
Bai Chuwei propped her elbow on the stone table, her slender fingers gently waving in the air, calmly saying, “I don’t want money.”
“Bring me a portion of your family’s treasured spiritual medicine, like decades-old wild ginseng or Lingzhi.”
In the market, twenty-year-old wild ginseng is about fifty thousand yuan, enough to treat a simple case of myopia.
Qi Yue nodded blankly, “My family indeed has treasured spiritual medicine. But I hope your prescription really works.”
Still doubtful, Qi Yue took the prescription and left.
Duan Xingye sat on the side, observing Bai Chuwei with an inquisitive look, “Weiwei, this isn’t just a whim for you to offer consultation, is it?”
It was well-known that there was a Divine Doctor on Yunwu Mountain; he and his uncle had even driven there especially to request her help.
Rumors had it that this Divine Doctor Bai had a peculiar temperament, rarely offering treatment.
Usually, it’s others pleading for her to cure their illnesses. Since when did she do consultations at school? That seemed quite beneath her! Content originally comes from novèlfire.net
Bai Chuwei had other motives.
Touching her chin, Bai Chuwei hooked her lips into a smile, “The students attending Henghua First Middle School are mostly wealthy aristocrats with spiritual medicines collected in their homes. I’m waiting for them to offer such treasures willingly.”
After the last visit to Elixir Pharmacy with Duan Feihan, they had virtually cleared out all the spiritual medicine available in Haicheng City. Therefore, she had no choice but to acquire it from these wealthy individuals.
Of course, our ancestors weren’t robbers; providing medical help is an exchange of needed services.
Looking at Bai Chuwei, Duan Xingye asked with some concern, “Weiwei, are you sick?”
Bai Chuwei: “…Are you insulting me?”