"Hello." Negotiator Ferguson stood up and shook hands with Ye Xingchen warmly: "Ms. Xia is very outstanding, and her son is even more outstanding. I often hear Yuri mention you."
“Ferguson, I’m glad you took the initiative to bring up the progress of the negotiations.” Xia Jingyi said with a smile, “I believe this cooperation will benefit both sides.”
"Haha, we're all friends." Ferguson laughed heartily. "If I had known Ye was your son, we might have settled things much earlier."
“Thank you, Ferguson. I happened to bring the contract with me today, and my team is waiting outside. If you are interested in cooperating, I will have my team come in immediately so we can go over the details,” Xia Jingyi said with a smile.
She knew that foreigners didn't care about social interactions, even if her son had acquaintances.
But she had to seize any opportunity that came her way, since An Zhiguo had been relentlessly pursuing her.
"No, Ms. Xia, we may know each other, but we still need to follow the rules. I have been evaluating you and Mr. An's team, and frankly, Mr. An's team's proposal is more conducive to our cooperation."
Ferguson shook his head and said, "This is just a meeting, nothing work-related."
“Alright, no matter who you choose, it will ultimately benefit the relationship between your country and China.” Xia Jingyi smiled slightly.
"But I still want you to carefully consider my proposal. It may not be the best, but it is the most suitable."
"Haha, I'll think about it." Ferrison's tone was clearly perfunctory.
“Mr. Felison is right, let’s not talk about work today.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Yul, we should sit down and have a couple of drinks.”
“But Felison, I noticed your hands are shaking. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve been treated for Parkinson’s syndrome, haven’t you?” Ye Xingchen asked.
“Oh yes, I’ve had this terrible hand for over half a year now.” Ferison put his hand behind his back and said with a smile, “I’ve been getting treatments, but the results aren’t very good.”
“Ferrisson, this is why I invited Ye here today,” Yuri said. “He awakened my sister who had been asleep for many years and made her a normal person. Ye’s medical skills are the best I have ever seen.”
"Moreover, traditional Chinese medicine has its own unique features, so you might as well ask him for advice; perhaps he has a solution."
“Oh, really?” Felison glanced at Ye Xingchen, then shook his head with a smile and said, “Perhaps Ye’s medical skills are very impressive, but I believe that the world’s best doctors and the most advanced medical equipment are all in my country.”
“I have hired the best experts in the world to treat my illness. Although the effects are not obvious at the moment, I believe that time will tell.”
“Ferrisson, if you really think that way, then you’re wrong.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. This guy carried Western arrogance and prejudice, but in front of him, he was as docile as a dragon and as submissive as a tiger.
"Really? Ye, I'm not trying to discredit Traditional Chinese Medicine. Western medical journals have also published reports on Traditional Chinese Medicine and acupuncture, but I think those media outlets have exaggerated the facts."
Ferison shook his head: "I don't believe that a needle can cure a disease. These things cannot be explained by science."
"There are many things that science can't explain." Ye Xingchen took out a golden needle: "This needle was given to me by an elder. Look how soft it is!"
“Yes.” Ferrison nodded, then asked curiously, “Is it made of gold?”
“Yes.” Ye Xingchen flicked his right hand, and with a soft “poof,” the golden needle pierced the solid wood table in front of him, penetrating deep into the wood.
"This..." Ferrison was dumbfounded: "How did you do that?"
He tried to pull the gold needle out, but his attempts were all in vain.
Ye Xingchen flicked his right hand, and the golden needle returned to his hand. He smiled and said, "This is the basic skill of acupuncture, something even an apprentice can do."
“It is indeed amazing, but I don’t think it can cure my Parkinson’s disease, because the best experts and equipment in the world are all in our country.” Ferison stubbornly shook his head.
"Do you really believe your illness is caused by Parkinson's syndrome?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Isn't that right?" Ferison was slightly taken aback, and he looked at Ye Xingchen with a puzzled expression.
"Traditional Chinese medicine believes that all dizziness and vertigo are related to the liver, and all violent and agitated symptoms are related to wind. The cause of the disease is internal wind, the location of the disease is in the liver and kidneys, and the symptoms are in the limbs. Therefore, the kidneys, spleen, and liver are the root of the disease."
Ye Xingchen said, "But your body's yin and yang energies are flowing smoothly, and there are no major problems with your liver or kidneys."
“Oh, I don’t quite understand. Can you just tell me the reason?” Ferrison asked.
"Your hand tremors aren't caused by Parkinson's disease, but rather by something in your brain." Ye Xingchen pointed to the area above his forehead. There was a brain tumor there; it wasn't malignant, but it was affecting the nerves in his brain.
"The reason your hands are shaking is entirely due to this."
“That’s impossible.” Felison was stunned, then he shook his head frantically: “I had a full-body checkup six months ago and nothing was found.”
“Because that was the initial state, nothing could be detected,” Ye Xingchen said. “If you don’t believe me, you can go to the hospital for a re-examination now.”
“Ferrisson, listen to Ye. He’s the best TCM doctor in China. If he says there’s a problem, then there definitely is.” Yuri couldn’t help but worry about his old friend.
"Haha, Yuri, you seem to regard your friend as a god." Ferison laughed dismissively, "Brain tumor examinations require high-precision specialized medical equipment."
“Traditional Chinese medicine doesn’t need that.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: “Humans have five qi. In traditional Chinese medicine, the five qi are like the annual rings of a tree, etched on your body. By observing the five qi and their corresponding destiny, I can clearly know what diseases you have had, and even discern the experiences of your relatives.”
“I don’t believe it.” Ferrison simply didn’t believe it.
"Then we can give it a try." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. With his strength, fooling a foreigner was no problem at all.
“I’d be happy to. Would you like me to read my palm? You Chinese have a profession called palmistry,” Ferison joked.
“No need.” Ye Xingchen shook his head: “Ferrisson, your life hasn’t been smooth sailing.”
"Judging from your facial features, your nasolabial folds are broken and horizontal, which indicates that both your parents have passed away."
"Xingchen." Xia Jingyi was taken aback. Although she knew that her son must have a reason for saying that, she was still afraid that Ye Xingchen might say something wrong and incur the other party's dissatisfaction.
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