The benefactor had finally forgiven him, and he wasn't going to be kicked out!
"Why are you still kneeling? Go fetch the medicine!"
Seeing Er Zhu forgive Pang San, Old Wang smiled slightly at him, then turned and glared at Pang San, throwing the slip of paper Er Zhu had given him onto the ground.
Pang San quickly picked up the slip of paper from the ground and hurried towards the counter.
"My apologies, young man, my apprentice was a bit rash!"
As soon as Pang San left, Old Wang clasped his hands in a fist and bowed respectfully to Er Zhu, apologizing.
"It's alright, the important matter comes first."
Er Zhu gently shook his head, glanced at Old Wang, and then looked towards the traditional Chinese medicine counter.
Before long, the Chinese medicinal herbs Er Zhu needed were all packed.
Pang San and Old Wang stood at the doorway, watching Er Zhu as he gradually moved further away.
"Master, who is this gentleman?"
Pang San rubbed his swollen red cheek and looked at Old Wang cautiously.
From their brief interaction, Pang San understood that this person had a profound understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.
He knew almost all the renowned TCM doctors in town, yet no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't recall who this man was.
"Do you remember the young man I told you about last time, the one who could diagnose a patient's condition at a glance in the market?"
Old Wang didn't look at him. His eyes were still fixed on Er Zhu, who was now a mere dot, and he asked with a smile.
"Oh, I remember! You also said this person was exceptionally gifted and would surely become a divine doctor in the future!"
Pang San's eyes darted, and he instantly recalled something, exclaiming in surprise.
"Yes, it's that little divine doctor!"
Old Wang nodded slightly. The scene from last time replayed in his mind over and over, his eyes filled with reverence!
With just a glance, he could pinpoint the patient's source of illness!
Let alone a young man, even he himself couldn't achieve such a feat!
A flicker of astonishment crossed Old Wang's eyes, and his reverence grew even deeper!
Pang San nodded mechanically, gazing meaningfully in the direction Er Zhu had gone.
No wonder Master called him a distinguished guest!
No wonder Master was so respectful towards him!
Now, he understood everything...
Meanwhile, Er Zhu was unaware of the high esteem Old Wang and Pang San held him in, or rather, he didn't care at all.
As he rounded a corner along the road, Er Zhu saw a crowd gathered in the distance. People were chattering excitedly, as if something urgent had happened.
Er Zhu, carrying the herbs, pushed his way to the front with hurried steps. At that moment, what he saw made his heart lurch!
A man, about forty to fifty years old, lay on the curb. His entire body was convulsing, and he was foaming at the mouth!
This was epilepsy!