Chapter 364 Mr. Zheng said something that surprised me, but I was silent

Liu Qiming handed me the certificate and I thanked him.

He said, "Mr. Wan, I completely trust your use of Chinese medicine for detoxification. I also completely trust your experience with acupuncture. But for cupping, I'll give you a map of the acupoints."

After that, he took out a color drawing from the drawer and gave it to me.

Although Mr. Dong's notes contain diagrams, this one is clearer. I bowed and said:

"Thank you very much."

He said, "Our hearts are connected. You cured Cruz, which brought honor to all Chinese doctors. It also benefited my acupuncture center."

After thanking Liu Qiming, we headed straight to the airport.

Without further ado, we rushed back from Manila to Cebu, took a helicopter from Cebu back to the island, and then headed straight to the Crooks' villa.

As the medicine was being boiled, a scent of medicine that they had never smelled before rose in the air.

Then they followed me to Cruz's room to watch me give acupuncture.

This time, Cruz saw me and thanked me, saying that he slept soundly after I gave him the acupuncture.

Two maids came up and, under my instruction, turned Cruz over and made him sleep on his stomach on the bed. I took out the map and gave him five injections according to the acupoints on the map.

Then, he picked up a ball of cotton with tweezers, lit it with a lighter, and put it into the cupping jar... This action, which is common in China, surprised Crook and others.

Next, they couldn't understand why the cupping jar was firmly attached to Cruz's back.

"Wen, Tuo, Si Rui, Buddha, and Fa Er Wu. (1-2-3-4-5)"

I couldn't understand the complete sentences, but I could understand the English numbers. They were counting the number of cupping jars on my back.

"I'll come back in half an hour to remove the cupping jar."

After Mr. Zheng translated it to Cruz, he uttered "OK" in his throat.

We retreated back to the lobby.

After sitting down, Crook and Mr. Zheng were communicating. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I heard Mr. Zheng burst into laughter.

After laughing, he told me: "Crook asked a question that he thought was incredible. Why was the jar firmly attached to his back? Did the fire have any magical power?"

I asked, "Did you tell him?"

"I told you. After the air is burned, there's a vacuum in the tank, and the pressure outside is greater than inside."

At this moment, my cell phone rang. It was Bai Yun calling. I stood up and said, "You talk, I'm listening."

I walked out of the living room, through the magnificent hall, and went outside.

Bai Yun excitedly told me that "Love in the Sky Village" will be released on October 1st. The premiere will be held in Daliang Mountain, Sichuan.

I said, "My warmest congratulations to Mr. Bai. I'm in the Philippines. Otherwise, I would definitely attend your premiere."

"I know you're in the Philippines. I called several times, but they always said your number was out of service. I asked Mr. Chen and found out you're famous abroad. I had to add an international area code before I could get through to you."

"It's not red, just a little tanned."

He laughed heartily. Then he said, "This is a film that's definitely worth an award. Director Lu edited it himself."

“He can also edit films?”

"Initially, he was working in post-production. Just like a woman getting pregnant, talent always has to show. He later became a director."

"Then tell Director Lu and Director Gu that I didn't call them individually to congratulate them. Anyway, I'm very grateful to you for making such a good film that has both educational significance and artistic value."

After making the call, I didn't go back but sat in the living room. There was a language barrier and many rules, so I might as well go for a walk outside.

This yard is really big. I just feel it is really big because I can’t see the whole thing at a glance. There is a clump of banana trees here, a coconut grove there, and many tropical trees, flowers and plants that I can’t name.

I wandered these tree-lined paths, breathing in deep breaths of negative ions, thinking to myself, what a huge difference this world has.

I remember when I left my hometown, the poorest village in the village, Luosheng, had only two thatched huts with earthen walls and thatched roofs. A tall person could almost touch the roof with a stretch of his hand.

In the outer room, a pot is supported by two bricks, which is a stove for heating and cooking. Inside, a low wall is built with bricks, and a few wooden boards are placed on it, which is a bed.

As for Crook's house, it was so luxurious that even ants couldn't crawl there. It was spotless, with birds singing and flowers blooming. So I decided that once I cured Crook, I would ask for eight million. Half would go to Mr. Dong, and the rest should be given to my master.

Having made up my mind, I walked back. As I entered the living room, Mr. Zheng said, "Is it time?"

I nodded, walked into the small room where the medicine was boiled, and poured out the medicine.

I walked out with the cup in hand. Crook came closer and examined the miracle drug carefully. He looked at it for a long time and then said something. Mr. Zheng told me, "He said it tasted like a cup of strong coffee."

We walked into the ward together. I put the Chinese medicine aside and waved for everyone to come forward. I removed a cupping jar and rubbed it on Cruz's back with cotton wool.

They were stunned and couldn't understand why black blood was oozing out of the tiny needle eye.

I held up the blood-stained cotton wool and said, "This is poison."

Mr. Zheng translated for a long time before they finally understood that it was toxins in the body. They were filled with awe at this miraculous method of detoxification.

I gestured to the maid to turn Cruz over and help him sit up.

"This is Chinese medicine."

As He Yun said, with more exposure, you'll naturally master a language. This is the phrase I hear most often from the clerks at Manila pharmacies. As they dispense medication, they constantly explain it to the locals.

Crook understood. He said to Cruz, "Yes, Chinese drinks."

I said, "It's a little sweet, just treat it like a cup of coffee. Drink it, drink it."

Cruz was still a little hesitant.

I quickly thought: "It's just a cup of Chinese coffee."

He finally raised his head, and the maid slowly fed him the medicine. I pressed the sleeping button on Cruz again, and he fell asleep peacefully.

After leaving the room, Mr. Zheng asked, "Chinese medicine is very bitter, why is it a little sweet?"

"All tonic medicines tend to taste sweet. They need to be boiled for a longer time and the concentration should be thicker. All laxatives tend to taste bitter. We will give him laxatives in the later stages."

After sitting down in the living room, Crook expressed the following to me through Mr. Zheng:

Since Mr. Wan came, his older brother has become less manic and sleeps soundly every day. He is very grateful to Mr. Wan. This is the best doctor they have encountered so far, and Cruz has been the most cooperative this time.

Then he asked the original question: Mr. Wan, how much does it cost to cure it? Now, we must sign a document between us.

I replied very calmly, "I'll tell you a figure this afternoon."

The morning treatment came to an end.

Mr. Zheng and I left Crook's house.

Back at the hotel, I said, "Mr. Zheng, I have no experience in this field. How much do you think I should charge?"

He said, "Tell me what you really think."

"Whether I can be cured or not, I need some basic expenses. This was my initial idea, so you gave me 20,000 US dollars, which guaranteed all my expenses and there was still some surplus.

I might not charge a penny for treating poor people, but if I can cure Cruz, I want to charge him eight million.

Of course, half of this money will go to Mr. Dong who taught me this prescription. In addition, I have a master..."

Mr. Zheng listened quietly to my story, then said something that made my heart ache. He said, "If I can cure you, ask for $10 million."

"Ah——" I couldn't help but scream.

Mr. Zheng, after all, is a wealthy man, so he just said "Ah" and didn't react in any particular way. He said, "Cruz treated a member of the Thai royal family and charged $20 million for the cure. It's a rising tide that's driving up prices."

"Then why did he only offer me two million at first?"

"That's because they don't recognize you yet. They spent more than ten million upfront to cure Cruz. They spent over fifty million, and still haven't been able to cure him. And you can cure him for a fraction of the price, so why wouldn't they do it?"

After Mr. Zheng finished speaking, he stared into my eyes and said word by word, "The premise is that you can cure Cruz and restore him to his original state."

I was silent for a long time. According to Mr. Dong's case notes, a complete cure takes a year and a half. It must go through the initial visit, initial recovery, follow-up visit, consolidation, and the third visit, recovery.

After thinking about it for a while, I introduced the healing process to Mr. Zheng.

He said: "That's no problem. If your visa needs to be extended, we will help you with the procedures."

I said, "That's it. If you're not cured, I won't charge you a penny. The cure is divided into three stages: initial recovery, 3 million, consolidation, 3 million, and recovery to its original state, 4 million."

"Mr. Wan, you must give them a clear answer: what are the criteria for initial recovery and consolidation? This is a contract. Without a standard, they will think you are unsure."

I said, "Then let me...think about it calmly for a while."

Mr. Zheng stood up and said, "Okay, let's think about it carefully at noon. Everyone's money is hard-earned money."