Chapter 091: Beyond Five Meters, Man and Beast Are Indistinguishable

Nearsightedness is neither a trivial matter nor an earth-shattering one. Once you become nearsighted, it is permanent for life. For now, there are only ways to prevent it from worsening; there is no true cure.

In this age of the internet, with the pressure of middle and high school studies growing heavier by the day, if there are fifty students in a class, then it is very possible that forty of them are nearsighted to some degree. Even Duan Xingye had nearly one hundred degrees of myopia.

Qiyue had become nearsighted in her third year of middle school because of the entrance exams. The school forum had even posted an ugly photo of her wearing glasses.

Girls cared about their looks. Out of sheer exasperation, she had taken to wearing contact lenses all the time. But any girl who had worn contacts knew that wearing them too long deprived the eyes of oxygen, causing visible red veins, dryness, and real discomfort.

Qiyue had been deeply troubled by it and had even begged her older brother to let her have corrective eye surgery.

But first, she was still underage. Second, such surgery damaged the cornea and could leave aftereffects. Qiyue was frightened of that too.

Only someone who was nearsighted could truly understand how painful it was. Beyond five meters, she could not even tell people from animals apart!

If Bai Chuwei really had the skill to cure her nearsightedness, forget the two thousand yuan consultation fee, she would have gladly paid her one hundred thousand!

Bai Chuwei smiled faintly. “It can be cured.”

Qiyue’s expression shifted through several changes. Sitting beside her, Duan Xingye jeered, “What, do you suddenly feel like calling her Dad?!”

Qiyue: “...”

He really did know her well. If anyone could cure her nearsightedness, forget calling him Dad—she would call him Grandpa!

Bai Chuwei took paper and pen and quickly wrote out a string of medicine names on the blank sheet. Her handwriting was bold and sweeping; only a professional physician would have been able to make sense of it, and it was nothing like the elegant script she had used on the exam paper before.

“Take this to a pharmacy and buy the medicine. After that, I’ll tell you how to use it.”

Qiyue was still doubtful. Hearing this, she was immediately stunned. “Huh? You’re not going to apply the medicine for me?”

Bai Chuwei smiled meaningfully. “Two thousand yuan is only the consultation fee.”

“Oh, money, is it? That’s easy! My family may lack other things, but we certainly don’t lack money!” Qiyue heard the implication and said carelessly.

Bai Chuwei rested her elbow on the stone table, her slender fingers lightly swaying in the air as she said calmly, “I don’t want money.”

“Bring me a portion of the rare medicinal herbs your family has stored away—something like century-old wild ginseng or lingzhi.”

On the market, a twenty-year-old wild mountain ginseng cost around fifty thousand yuan, more than enough to treat something as simple as nearsightedness.

Qiyue nodded dazedly. “My family does indeed have rare medicinal herbs stored away. I just hope your medicine really works.”

Still uncertain, Qiyue took the prescription and left.

Duan Xingye sat to the side, studying Bai Chuwei with a probing look. “Weiwei, you didn’t decide to see patients on a whim, did you?”

After all, it was widely rumored that there was a miracle doctor on Cloudmist Mountain. Back then, he and Fourth Uncle had even driven there personally to invite her down the mountain.

Rumor had it that this White Miracle Doctor had a strange temperament and rarely treated anyone.

It had always been other people begging her to cure them. When had she ever lowered herself to setting up a street stall to see patients? That was far too demeaning!

Unless—

Bai Chuwei had another purpose.

Bai Chuwei touched her chin and smiled with a lifted lip. “The students at Henghua No. 1 High School are mostly rich young elites. Wealthy families tend to collect rare medicinal herbs, and I’m waiting for them to offer them up with both hands.”

Last time she had gone to the Apothecary with Duan Feihan, they had nearly swept all the rare medicinal herbs off the market in Haicheng. The only place left to get them from was these rich people.

Of course, the old ancestor was not a robber. She would treat their illnesses, and each side would get what it needed.

Duan Xingye sized her up and asked worriedly, “Weiwei, are you sick?”

Bai Chuwei: “...Are you insulting me?”