"I can, brother, I beg you, please take care of my dog, I'll bark for you a few times right now, woof woof..." The fat man broke free and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Alright then, Auntie, what you said makes sense. Let's stay then." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly.
"Look carefully, this is my nephew Ye Xingchen. From now on, if he tells you to go east, you go east; if he tells you to eat shit, you eat shit. Otherwise, I'll chop you up." Xia Hanyue stared at the fat man: "Did you understand?"
"I understand, I can definitely do it, I definitely can." The fat man nodded heavily.
"Get out of my way." Tang Yixue waved his hand. In front of him, this fat man, who was known as Tiger, the godfather of West City, was like a piece of trash that could be thrown away anywhere.
"Yes, get out, I'll get out right now." The fat man felt like he had been granted a pardon, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, then slunk away.
"Excuse me, a dog kept by the Tang family barked at you. Hanyue, this must be your nephew. Let's get acquainted. This is Tang Yixue from the Tang family." Tang Yixue extended her hand to Ye Xingchen.
"Hello, Ye Xingchen." Ye Xingchen extended his hand and shook hands with her.
He was somewhat shocked. The Tang family of Yanjing was neither a wealthy or powerful family.
The Tang family ancestors were leaders of a famous gang, but the Tang family's patriarch was loyal and courageous, contributing manpower and money during wartime, so the Tang family now controls the underworld of Yanjing.
Even the most powerful godfather in Yanjing has to sit obediently in the Tang family.
"Is this your eldest nephew? He knows medicine?" Tang Yixue looked at Ye Xingchen curiously.
Because Xia Hanyue had previously exaggerated Ye Xingchen's medical skills to an incredible degree, she even believed that Ye Xingchen could bring the dead back to life.
But when she saw Ye Xingchen, she still couldn't quite believe it, after all, he was too young.
"I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly.
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a young TCM doctor," Tang Yixue chuckled. "But nephew, my grandfather's illness is no ordinary one. Are you sure you can cure him?"
"Uncertain." Ye Xingchen's words stunned Tang Yixue and Xia Hanyue.
"You brat, I bragged to the doctor, and you just said you couldn't cure me? Isn't that embarrassing me?" Tang Yixue said angrily.
"I'm only 80% sure, because I haven't seen the person," Ye Xingchen said helplessly. "Without proper diagnosis, even Hua Tuo wouldn't dare say he could cure me 100%."
"And when did you see the person?" Tang Yixue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ninety percent." Ye Xingchen said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll think I'm arrogant if I say one hundred percent. In fact, if there is a disease in this world that I can't cure, then it's useless for anyone else to cure it either."
"Hehe, then I'm relieved. Nephew, let's go." Tang Yixue nodded in satisfaction.
"Um...we're about the same age, you're not much older than me, is it appropriate to address each other like that?" Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
“That’s appropriate. She’s my best friend. She’s only five or six years older than you, but she’s of a higher generation. You should call her Aunt Xue from now on,” Xia Hanyue said seriously.
Ye Xingchen was speechless and had no choice but to follow the others inside.
In the ward, an elderly man lay on his hospital bed.
This old man was Tang Yixue's grandfather, Tang Zhengguang, who was also the head of the Tang family.
Some things have existed since ancient times, and even in Yanjing (Beijing) is no exception.
The Tang family exists to restrain the underworld of Yanjing, after all, this is Yanjing.
The Tang family is the head of all the godfathers in Yanjing, and even people from all walks of life, because the Tang family patriarch's heroic act of saving the country more than seventy years ago laid the foundation for the Tang family's century-old business.
Beside him, an elderly man with white hair and beard was administering acupuncture.
This elderly man, who looked quite otherworldly, was none other than Yuan Zhengde, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy and a renowned physician.
In Beijing's medical circles, it is said that when Master Yuan makes a move, even the King of Hell has to detour to explain.
Yuan Zhengde served as the head of the Imperial Medical Academy for over thirty years. His medical skills were so remarkable that very few people in Beijing could persuade him to come to their homes for treatment.
Seeing that the acupuncture was finished, Yuan Zhengde put away the silver needles and said with a smile, "Old Tang, don't worry, get more rest, and relax will help you recover."
"Haha, I've always been easygoing. I've had this problem for so many years, I'm used to it." Old Tang laughed. "It's really kind of you to have practiced medicine for me for ten years, four times a month, rain or shine."
“Old friend, you’re too kind of yourself.” Yuan Zhengde packed up his medical kit and said to a carefree young man beside him, “Tang Yuan, come out with me for a moment.”
“Alright, Mr. Yuan, please.” Tang Yuan bowed respectfully.
"Old Yuan, we're so familiar with each other, just say what you want to say to my face. I want to know how much longer I have," Old Tang said.
"Don't overthink it, it's just an old problem," Yuan Zhengde said with a smile.
"At fifty, one should know one's destiny. I am seventy this year. It has been fifteen years since I contracted this disease. I know my time is running out. Even if I die, please let me die knowing why." Old Tang sighed.
“Strong fire generates qi, weak fire generates qi, and the liver and kidney pulses are rapid but weak. These are symptoms of qi stagnation and blood stasis. The treatment should focus on externally clearing qi stagnation and internally supporting yin and yang qi to promote qi circulation and remove stagnation.” Just then, Ye Xingchen’s voice came over.
"Hey, Lao Tang, besides me, you've invited another expert today?" Yuan Zhengde was slightly taken aback and turned around to look.
When he saw Ye Xingchen, his expression faltered slightly.
The other person was too young; they didn't seem like the type to say what they just said.
"Grandpa, this is Ye Xingchen, the doctor I specially invited to treat you. He understands traditional Chinese medicine." Tang Yixue walked in with a smile.
"Haha, your filial piety is truly rare. However, I have been ill for so many years and have tried all sorts of methods. Apart from Dr. Yuan coming over regularly to perform acupuncture to clear the liver fire in my liver and kidney meridians, there is no other way."
Old Tang laughed heartily; he adored his granddaughter.
"Sister, are you kidding me? This kid isn't much older than me. Even Dr. Yuan, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, known as the Divine Physician Yuan Zhengde, couldn't cure him. Is this kid you invited here a joke?"
Tang Yuan glanced at Ye Xingchen with a disdainful look.
He didn't believe that Ye Xingchen was some kind of master or expert at his age. Could his older sister have been deceived?
"Don't judge a book by its cover. His company has even developed anti-cancer drugs, which is something most people can't do," Tang Yixue said with a slight smile.
"Are you from Xingchen Group?" Yuan Zhengde looked at Ye Xingchen with surprise.
"Yes, Mr. Yuan, I've heard so much about you." Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "I am Ye Xingchen from Xingchen Group."
“I am Xue Changchun from Tianhai, whom I have long admired. We are from the same school. He came to Yanjing some time ago and praised your medical skills highly.”
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