“On that forum, someone offered a million to buy one of Xiao Wan’s prescriptions!” Pharmacist Chen said, eyes wide.
“Heavens, a million…?”
Sister Yan, Xiao Fang, and Dai Xiao Tong were stunned, their jaws dropped. Their expressions were incredulous, they simply couldn’t believe that Wan Yunting’s prescriptions would be worth a million. It sounded like a tall tale…
Even Wan Yunting was dumbfounded. Immediately after, his phone rang. It was Fang Guowen calling him. “Xiao Wan, there are many prescriptions written in your signature Slender Gold script on our Calligraphers Association forum, each bearing your name stamp. Did you write them?”
Wan Yunting, having recovered his senses, replied, “Uncle Fang, I just heard about this from a few colleagues. But I don’t know if the handwriting on the prescriptions appearing on your Calligraphers Association forum is genuine. However, I do write my prescriptions in Slender Gold calligraphy, and they are signed and stamped.”
Fang Guowen was sitting at his calligraphy computer desk, looking at several of Wan Yunting’s prescriptions displayed on the forum for sale. Below them were numerous comments and bids, and it was possible private transactions had already occurred.
However, to prevent deliberate forgery, Fang Guowen had already called the person in charge of the Calligraphers Association forum to prohibit anyone from listing Wan Yunting’s prescriptions for sale, to prevent people from being deceived and to avoid affecting Wan Yunting.
“Alright, Xiao Wan, I’ll come find you now to understand this matter. This needs to be handled with care to avoid any negative impact on you,” Fang Guowen said, then asked, “Where are you now?”
Wan Yunting replied, “Oh, I’m in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.”
“I’ll be right over to find you. I’ll hang up now.”
After speaking, Fang Guowen hung up the phone, got up, and headed to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department to find him.
Wan Yunting put down his phone. He felt genuinely helpless about patients selling the prescriptions he gave them.
“Xiao Wan, we have a few of your prescriptions. You should take them back!”
Pharmacist Chen and Pharmacist He exchanged glances. When Wan Yunting had come to the pharmacy to dispense medicine before, he had left a few prescriptions. Because they greatly admired Wan Yunting’s Slender Gold calligraphy, they couldn’t bear to discard them and had kept them under the medicine cabinets in the pharmacy.
“No need. If you like them, please keep them.”
Wan Yunting smiled and shook his head. Pharmacist Chen and Pharmacist He were delighted. “Then thank you, Xiao Wan.”
Wan Yunting waved his hand and headed upstairs. Sister Yan and Xiao Fang immediately surrounded him, smiling. “Doctor Wan, why don’t you write us a prescription? We also like your calligraphy…”
“Yes, yes, just write us one, so we can collect it properly…”
Dai Xiao Tong also pleaded. After all, hearing Pharmacist Chen say that his prescriptions were worth a million, anyone would be tempted.
“What are you all doing?”
At this moment, Dean Jiang Yichun and Director Li walked out. Seeing Jin Yan and Xiao Fang holding onto Wan Yunting’s arms, and Dai Xiao Tong, Zhang Guilin, and Yang Cheng chasing and bothering him, Dean Jiang sternly said, “What is this behavior?”
Immediately, Sister Yan and Xiao Fang released Wan Yunting’s arms, lowered their heads, and dared not make a sound. Director Li said, “Hurry up and get back to your work.”
“Oh…”
Sister Yan, Xiao Fang, and Dai Xiao Tong sighed and had no choice but to turn and go downstairs to attend to their duties.
“Xiao Wan, there are no patients now. Come to my office and sit for a while,” Jiang Yichun said to him with a smile.
“Alright.”
Wan Yunting nodded, but he glanced at Dai Qiuyue’s consulting room door, which was closed. He asked, “Hasn’t Qiuyue come to work yet?”
Director Li Chengde said, “Qiuyue, she took leave last month, saying she was going back to Shanghai City. I don’t know if she’ll come back in the future.”
Wan Yunting’s expression faltered. He really didn’t know about this, and Dai Qiuyue hadn’t told him. He could only nod and say “oh.” He entered Jiang Yichun’s office with Director Li, and the three of them sat down. Director Li picked up the kettle to boil water to make tea. Jiang Yichun said, “We’ve also heard that there are rumors outside about people selling your calligraphic prescriptions. Just now, Xiao Yan and the others were infatuated. They were probably after this. Xiao Wan, don’t pay them any mind.”
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. He understood that Sister Yan and the others were pestering him to write prescriptions for them to collect, as he knew how tempting it was.
“I can’t even imagine that one of Xiao Wan’s prescriptions could sell for hundreds of thousands to a million, even speculated to be millions,” Director Li Chengde said, clicking his tongue and marveling as he washed the teapot.
Jiang Yichun felt the matter was a bit absurd, but there was nothing he could do. Who knew that Wan Yunting was now a calligraphy grandmaster in the art world, and the calligraphic works he released were extremely rare? Only Fang Guowen, Hu Tianchi, and Tang Boyun in Shaoxing had collected a few pieces, and virtually no calligraphic works had made their way outside.
Now that those patients were selling his Slender Gold calligraphy prescriptions, they were naturally being competed for and speculated upon by the outside world. This was something no one could have predicted.
“Xiao Wan, I think in the future, you should stop writing prescriptions with a brush,” Jiang Yichun said, waving his hand.
But Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled, “No, I practice calligraphy precisely to write prescriptions for patients. I cannot change that.”
Jiang Yichun said, “But have you considered the consequence? Every patient who comes to see you will get a prescription from you and then sell it for money!”
Wan Yunting scratched his head and said with a wry smile, “I don’t think I can stop this. I can’t ask patients to only go to the pharmacy to collect their medicine and hand over the prescription.”
Director Li said, “Then write your characters a bit uglier.”
Jiang Yichun waved his hand and shook his head. “That won’t do. His reputation as a calligraphy grandmaster is booming now. As long as it’s his genuine work, it’s fine.”
“Then there’s nothing we can do,” Director Li said with a smile, hearing this.
Wan Yunting also wore a helpless expression, not knowing what to do. It seemed this matter could not be stopped.
At this moment, a young man appeared at the doorway, peeking in and asking, “Excuse me, is Doctor Wan here? I’ve come to see a doctor.”
“Yes.”
Seeing someone come for a consultation, Wan Yunting stood up and said with a smile to Jiang Yichun and Director Li, “Don’t worry, Elder Jiang. Uncle Fang will be here later, and he might have a solution.”
“Yes, go ahead,” Jiang Yichun nodded and waved. So Wan Yunting went out and smiled at the young man who had come to see him. “Follow me.”
“Okay…”
The young man was excited to see that it was indeed Wan Yunting. He followed him back to the consulting room. Wan Yunting asked him to sit down first. He opened the wardrobe, took out a white coat, and put it on. After washing his hands, he returned and sat down. Seeing the young man sitting opposite him looking very excited, he asked, “What’s bothering you?”
“Oh, I…”
The young man hesitated for a moment, then his eyes widened. “I’ve been having some stomach discomfort recently, and it’s difficult to pass stool. Doctor Wan, please take a look at me.”
Wan Yunting sensed that this young man was not quite right, but he nodded and asked him to extend his wrist for him to take his pulse. He nodded and said, “You are indeed a bit inflamed, but it’s not serious. Here’s what you do: go downstairs to the pharmacy and tell the pharmacist to buy some heat-clearing and bowel-moving effervescent granules. Take them for two days, and you’ll be fine.”
But the young man’s expression froze, and he hurriedly said, “Aren’t you going to give me a prescription?”
Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled, “No need. You just need to go downstairs and tell the pharmacist at the pharmacy, and they will dispense it for you.”
As a result, the young man stood up, his expression somewhat anxious. “No, Doctor Wan, you should still examine me more carefully. I’ve also had a headache recently, and I don’t know if there’s something wrong with my brain. Please take a look quickly…” The young man sat down again, extended his arm, and asked Wan Yunting to quickly take his pulse.
Wan Yunting stared at him blankly, seeming to understand. He directly pushed away the wrist that was extended towards him and waved his hand with a smile. “I also think your condition is very serious. How about this: the hospital is next door. Go to the hospital next door for a full check-up, preferably a CT scan of your brain. Go quickly…”
“No, Doctor Wan, I’m really not lying. My head really feels uncomfortable…” The young man became anxious and pleaded, “Just give me a prescription…”
Wan Yunting stood up and walked out, pulling him along. He said with a smile, “Sir, you should go to the hospital next door for a check-up first. If your brain is truly found to be unwell, then come back, and I’ll give you a prescription. Go quickly…”
“Doctor Wan, please give me…”
“Go, go…”
Wan Yunting stood at the doorway, waving and smiling at him, urging him to get a brain scan.
The young man knew he had been exposed and turned around helplessly to go downstairs. Immediately, Dean Jiang Yichun and Director Li, who were nearby, came out and asked, “Xiao Wan, what’s going on?”
Wan Yunting walked over and said with a helpless smile, “He’s not sick. He deliberately came here pretending to be sick to trick me into writing a prescription.”
Jiang Yichun and Director Li looked stunned as they watched the young man go downstairs. They chuckled, “This is interesting…”
As a result, before Wan Yunting could even sit down in Jiang Yichun’s office and have a cup of tea, two shifty-looking middle-aged men arrived, specifically requesting to see Doctor Wan.
He proceeded to see them, but found nothing wrong with either of them. Wan Yunting knew they were likely like the young man, deliberately feigning illness to trick him into writing prescriptions. This left him completely helpless.