Xiaoxi became interested.

"Alright then, Xiaoxi, go and meet this leader!"

Xu Fu was slightly relieved and drove Xiao Xi to the heavily guarded Huichuntang.

They went straight to the Yingsong Pavilion in the backyard.

It's difficult to open Yingsong Pavilion to welcome distinguished guests.

Patients usually seek treatment at Huichuntang.

Those of high status and position would receive consultations in private rooms in the front hall. If one had the right connections or spent a large sum of money, Xu Fu would make house calls.

There were also guards at the entrance of Yingsong Pavilion, and Xiaoxi realized: no wonder Grandpa Xu was so nervous.

Upon entering, Xiaoxi saw the leader, Lu Guoan, who was about fifty years old, with a serious expression and imposing presence.

A ray of morning sunlight shone into the flower hall, but it couldn't warm the atmosphere.

Even in a wheelchair, his imposing figure was still evident, exuding a decisive and authoritative aura.

"Sir, I've brought the young lady I told you about."

"Hello, Uncle Commander!"

Xiaoxi greeted him with a smile.

The leader looked at Xiaoxi, somewhat incredulous.

"Old Xu, are you talking about the girl who cured Old Mo's colon cancer? I thought the young woman you were talking about was at least twenty years old."

“Uncle Chief, I saved Mr. Mo with acupuncture. He was my brother’s teacher. But the follow-up treatment was done by Grandpa Xu.”

"Oh? Little girl, you're Ye Yichen's sister, one of the top ten outstanding entrepreneurs in the country? I didn't scare you, did I? You should call me Uncle Lu."

"Hello, Uncle Lu! I'm Xiaoxi."

Xiao Xi quickly scanned Lu Guoan's leg with her divine sense. The joint was necrotic, and with her treatment methods, it would take at least three days.

"Xiaoxi, let Old Xu take you home later. Your Uncle Lu is very busy and has to rush back to the military region today."

Lu Guoan was disappointed and thought he should go back to the military region for treatment, but the doctors there said that recovery would be difficult.

He endured the excruciating pain in his joints and tried his best to speak kindly, afraid of frightening the little girl.

Xiaoxi: It seems that Uncle Lu doesn't believe me anymore.

He's so stubborn. His legs clearly can't be delayed any longer. If he can't stand up, it will be a loss for the entire nation of China.

However, no matter how difficult the person or how complicated the problem, Ye Xiaoxi is not an obstacle.

She looked around the elegant flower hall and saw that the furnishings were full of precious antiques.

The porcelain vase on the display shelf, in particular, exudes a continuous stream of spiritual energy and vitality.

"I've got it!" Xiaoxi almost burst out laughing.

She winked mischievously; "Uncle Lu, please forgive me."

Lu Guoan suddenly felt his vision go dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different scene.

The three of them were by a picturesque lotus pond.

A breeze blows, carrying the delicate fragrance of pink lotus blossoms, refreshing the soul. In the distance, pavilions and towers are shrouded in morning mist, a truly idyllic scene.

Ye Guoan, a man of decisive action and experience in the world, was filled with doubt and apprehension.

"Xiaoxi, where is this?" Ye Guoan asked, trying to calm himself down.

"Uncle Lu, this is in the colorful lotus porcelain vase."

In private, the rather unsteady old man, Mr. Xu, had his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"What?! Wow!"

Xu Fu shouted.

"So...we were inside...the antique porcelain bottle that old monster Cheng Sheng gave me!"

Xu Fu had completely lost the composure expected of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. He took off running like the wind and disappeared in an instant.

Xiaoxi burst into laughter.

She pushed the wheelchair and led Lu Guoan along the bluestone path to the thatched pavilion by the lake.

Xiaoxi took out some fruits.

"Uncle Lu, these strawberries are nice, have a taste."