"After all, prejudice is a huge mountain. No matter how much I try to prove myself, I will never gain your approval."
It will only make them think that he has ulterior motives.
Having said that, Zhou Yi took a few steps back: "In that case, I'll take my leave! You should find someone else."
"Don't worry, I know your rules. I won't say a word about what happened here today!"
Seeing Zhou Yi really walking out.
The secretary frowned, about to reprimand Zhou Yi for being so unruly, as if he thought this was some kind of place, trying to leave without the leader's permission.
"etc!"
The leader suddenly spoke.
Zhou Yi, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks, causing his secretary, who had stood up with a frown, to immediately stop talking.
The secretary respectfully looked at the leader, wanting to hear what the leader meant.
Zhou Yi stopped and turned halfway to look at his superior: "Any other questions?"
This appearance would be perfectly normal on someone of the same age or social class.
But no one has ever dared to turn their body to look at the leader while the leader is speaking, and their tone of voice is even more indifferent and aloof.
The rest of the people stood properly in front of the leader, with their hands in front of them and slightly bowed as they listened to what the leader was saying.
The dean quickly gave Zhou Yi a meaningful look, urging him to face the leader directly.
Seeing that Zhou Yi seemed oblivious to his glance and continued to do as he pleased, the dean had only two words in his mind: "It's over!" How could this young man be so unruly?
Don't leave a bad impression on your boss!
The dean felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
"Hehe, young man, you're so impatient. My patient hasn't even said anything yet, and you're already in a hurry to leave. You lack patience; you need to practice more."
"However, it's a good thing for young people to be proud."
How would you like to examine me?
Upon hearing this, both the secretary and the dean looked at their leader in shock. Did the leader mean he agreed to let Zhou Yi examine him?
The leader seemed to appreciate Zhou Yi's temperament quite a bit, looking at him with a smile.
"Four words: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation!" Zhou Yi said simply, then turned back.
When the leader saw Zhou Yi turn around and come back, he leaned back on the sofa, which he had been sitting upright, and talked to Zhou Yi in a more comfortable position.
The secretary frowned as Zhou Yi took the pulse of his boss's left and right hands, and then, as usual, inquired about his condition.
After the leader's health deteriorated, he consulted many doctors, and the secretary had seen this routine pulse diagnosis many times before.
After seeing Zhou Yi's technique, the secretary nodded in approval. It looked quite professional; he probably wasn't a half-baked amateur.
What a pity.
Every doctor who took the leader's pulse was at a loss as to what to do about his condition.
They only say it's a strange disease, but they can't explain why.
"Did you notice anything?"
The leader's eyes were devoid of any emotion, showing neither excitement nor disappointment. His calm tone exuded an air of authority befitting someone who had long held a high position, creating immense pressure.
Zhou Yi withdrew his hand, raised his eyes and replied, "You suffered a serious injury when you were young, which almost cost you your life... I want to tell the doctor who examined you that you should not overexert yourself and should pay more attention to rest."
The secretary looked disappointed and said, "What you're saying is exactly the same as what those traditional Chinese medicine practitioners say."
"Do you have anything new to say?"
However, the secretary genuinely thought Zhou Yi was quite capable to be able to diagnose these things!
At this age, he is already on par with masters of traditional Chinese medicine!
But this is not the kind of person the leader needs.
The leader asked calmly, "So, what's your treatment plan?"
Everyone who came to see him would give him a treatment plan, but these were all just temporary fixes!
They couldn't find the specific cause, so they could only offer conservative treatment.
The leadership didn't have any hope for Zhou Yi either; they just felt that since Zhou Yi was already here, they should give the young man a chance. What a pity...
So it still doesn't work?
Zhou Yi pursed his lips, looked intently at his superior, and said, "I can cure this disease!"
A secretary is like a mind reader to their boss; when the boss asks about treatment options, the secretary knows exactly what to do.
"Okay, then write down the plan and you can leave."
Um? ? ?
etc?
No, wait!?
Wasn't Zhou Yi talking about conservative treatment?
The secretary only realized after he had almost finished speaking that Zhou Yi had said, "I can cure this disease."
The secretary's lips trembled as she asked Zhou Yi, afraid that she had misheard.
"Zhou Yi, what did you just say? Say it again."
The dean leaned slightly toward Zhou Yi, clearly anticipating his reply.
Seeing the two staring at him nervously, Zhou Yi smiled slightly and said casually, "This is a type of internal injury disease recorded in medical books."
"If the internal organs are damaged and not properly cared for afterwards, the body will gradually become weak and extremely prone to fatigue..."
"Please give me paper and a pen, I can write down the prescription."
"but--"
but?
The dean and secretary held their breath and looked at Zhou Yi, urging him to speak quickly; their hearts were in their throats.
I hate people who talk nonsense the most in this life.
Even the usually calm leader's breathing became disordered when he heard Zhou Yi say that he could cure it. Although he quickly recovered, it still revealed his shock.
This is the first person he's told he can cure!
Is it because Zhou Yi is too young that he dares to speak recklessly? Or is it because Zhou Yi's medical skills are truly superior to those of the doctors he has invited?
But what?
Even the leader looked at Zhou Yi's face, but he had to maintain his superior demeanor, so he could only patiently wait for Zhou Yi to continue.
After a pause, Zhou Yi said, "But I am only responsible for writing down the prescriptions. Some of the medicinal materials are extremely rare and priceless. You will need to prepare those materials yourselves."
"And the medicinal herbs I need to prepare, you can't shortchange me, and the year of origin has to be precise."
"Boss, in order to cure your illness, you must take the medication on time."
The secretary and the leader nodded.
What a hassle, all that worrying for nothing.
Only the dean's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of some prescriptions in the medical book.
From the perspective of modern science, some prescriptions already fall into the category of sorcery.
The dean wanted to privately remind Zhou Yi not to act impulsively, because some things can't be written just because you want to.
But under the watchful eye of the leadership, even if the dean wanted to remind them, he couldn't.
All they could do was watch as Zhou Yi wrote down a whole list of medicinal herb names on the paper.
The secretary showed the prescription to the leader, who glanced at it and then handed it back to the secretary to handle.
Regardless of Zhou Yi's abilities, the fact that he could write down so many medicinal herbs that even the leaders had never heard of made people think more highly of him.
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