I Refuse to Learn
Dr. Rowan Lin lingered at the doorway, dragging his feet. Meanwhile, Simon Yu was busy organizing blood bottles and couldn't spare much attention for his master. As he worked, he said, "Master, I'm drawing blood here. Quentin's inside. You know, Quentin's method really works! Take blood drawing, for example—when I use the technique Quentin taught me, one needle and I can fill a whole bottle, with barely any harm to the person. When Quentin first mentioned blood drawing, I thought he meant slicing someone's arm with a knife and catching the blood in a basin. Who knew there'd be such clever tools and methods!"
Simon Yu's words were practically a full-on praise session for the Western medical skills Quentin Lin had taught him.
His words were casual, but Dr. Rowan Lin's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He snorted, "Hmph, and you call yourself a Lin Family disciple! How can you boost outsiders’ reputation and belittle your own?"
Simon Yu chuckled, "Master, I'm just telling the truth! If you go see Quentin, the blood exchange process is even more miraculous."
"See what? What's there to see? Just some flashy tricks from foreign lands," Dr. Rowan Lin scoffed, insisting he wouldn't look. Yet his body was honest, and before he knew it, he'd walked behind the screen.
Behind the screen, Quentin Lin was focused, carefully monitoring the blood exchange process.
Dr. Rowan Lin saw a baby lying on the bed, needles inserted into both arms. One needle was connected to a blood bottle hanging at the head of the bed, transfusing blood into the child, while the other needle was lower down, drawing blood out from the child.
Quentin Lin kept glancing back and forth, closely watching the flow of blood on both sides to ensure the speed of transfusion and extraction matched perfectly.
The child on the bed, after Quentin Lin's acupuncture, had fallen asleep—quiet and peaceful, not struggling at all.
Dr. Rowan Lin had never seen such a bizarre treatment before. Unable to resist, he stepped closer to examine the strange Western medical devices.
Quentin Lin was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice anyone come in. It wasn’t until Dr. Rowan Lin walked up that he realized his father was there.
"Dad, what brings you here? How’s Belle doing?" Quentin Lin rubbed his sore eyes—he’d been staring at the blood flow for ages, and a little while was enough to make his eyes ache.
Dr. Rowan Lin was engrossed in studying the Western medical device when Quentin Lin’s question caught him off guard. His expression changed instantly, as if electrocuted, and he hurriedly stepped back, putting distance between himself and the device—afraid Quentin would see his interest.
"Ahem, your sister’s asleep, but she’s not out of danger yet—she could have a major hemorrhage at any time. Your brother-in-law is watching over her. Quentin, how’s it going on your end?" Dr. Rowan Lin asked, rubbing his nose.
At that moment, Quentin Lin’s whole focus was on the child. He didn’t notice his father’s awkwardness at all. "The child seems fine so far. After my experience with Belle’s daughter, I’m much more skilled now. Don’t worry, Dad—I’ll make sure the child gets better."
Dr. Rowan Lin gave a noncommittal grunt and paced the room, pretending not to care about the device. But in reality, his eyes kept sneaking glances at it.
After a while, Quentin Lin caught on and asked directly, "Dad, why do you keep staring at these devices? Do you want to learn how to draw and exchange blood? If you want, I can teach you."
Caught red-handed by Quentin Lin, Dr. Rowan Lin immediately denied it, grumbling, "You little rascal, what nonsense are you talking about? I’m watching the child, not those devices! Hmph, these foreign gadgets are just clever tricks—how could they compare to the profound Lin Family medical arts? Why would I bother learning them? I wouldn’t stoop so low!"