"Minister Chu, do you often experience this pain on your left side after drinking too much?" Zhang Guodong changed the subject, turning his attention to Chu Xiaoming.
Everyone was stunned. Chen Hongxiao and Li Zhimin suddenly felt as if they had swallowed a fly. "You said you had made progress! Why did you suddenly stop?" Big businessmen see the big picture, while small business owners focus on immediate profits. Their mindset was exactly what Zhang Guodong was using to keep them in suspense.
"Guodong, how come I didn't know you could treat illnesses?" The fat man couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. This guy, he dared to say anything? He could tell. Zhang Guodong was keeping everyone in suspense. But if he couldn't back down, he'd offend people for no reason.
Zhang Guodong smiled slightly but remained silent, only looking at Chu Xiaoming.
Sure enough. Chu Xiaoming's eyes showed surprise, then he said, "Where did you hear that, Xiao Zhang? I had an abdominal injury before, and I feel uncomfortable if I drink too much."
Some senior officials in the bureaucracy knew about his injury, so it wasn't exactly a secret. However, not many people knew either. Chu Xiaoming thought to himself, "This Zhang is quite observant; he actually found out about my health." But using this as a pretext only worsened his impression of Zhang Guodong.
"Inquire? No, I do know some traditional Chinese medicine techniques, including observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation. I have some experience with observation, and if Minister Chu could let me take your pulse, it would be even more accurate," Zhang Guodong said with a hint of humility and pride.
"Oh? Hehe, then let's take a look." Chu Xiaoming was somewhat taken aback, then smiled and extended his left hand. He wanted to see if Zhang Guodong was truly talented or just boasting without thinking.
Zhang Guodong didn't stand on ceremony and placed his index finger on it.
For half a minute, everyone held their breath. Zhang Guodong's posture seemed to resemble that of a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner taking a pulse. However, he relaxed after only half a minute, which made some people doubt him.
Taking a pulse is a delicate and time-consuming task, and seeing Zhang Guodong's hurried manner, the others lost hope.
"So, did you figure anything out?" Chen Hongxiao asked with interest.
"My abdominal injury has left me with lingering effects; it hurts whenever I drink too much," Zhang Guodong said.
nonsense!
"Little Zhang, you're really something. Isn't that what Minister Chu said? That doesn't count!" Li Zhimin interjected. "Why don't you take my pulse too?"
Everyone smiled slightly.
However, Zhang Guodong didn't finish his sentence. He continued, "These aftereffects can only be treated slowly, but that's not what I wanted to say. Minister Chu should go to the hospital for a check-up as soon as possible; it might be a symptom of cirrhosis!"
"Guodong, don't talk nonsense!" The fat man couldn't help but apologize to Chu Xiaoming. "Minister Chu, Guodong sometimes speaks his mind, please don't take offense at what I said!"
"Hehe, Xiao Zhang means well," Chu Xiaoming said, but his expression was not good. After all, talking about cirrhosis of the liver is a big taboo, especially for people in officialdom. One of the things they hate to hear the most is being sick, which can sometimes ruin a person's future.
The laughter was a bit stiff, clearly indicating that the person had a problem with Zhang Guodong.
"It doesn't matter, I'm just stating the facts. Whether you care or not is entirely up to you!" Zhang Guodong said, shaking his head slightly. He didn't even look at the fat man trying to signal him.
"Mr. Li, the medical consultation for Minister Chu is free because of Fatty. If it were anyone else, there would be a charge, but it's not much, just 20,000 for a single diagnosis!"
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Li Zhimin's face stiffened, a mixture of shame and anger washing over him. Zhang Guodong's words were hurtful; he was clearly looking down on him.
"Alright, I'd like to see what Mr. Zhang can figure out. If it's true, I'll give you 100,000, let alone 20,000!" Li Zhimin said with a cold smile.
"Then I'll gladly accept your offer. To be honest, I'm in a good mood today, so I can take one more look!" Zhang Guodong smiled and took Li Zhimin's pulse.
The scene had become a mess, something Fatty hadn't wanted to see. But Zhang Guodong was, after all, his brother, someone he trusted. So he had no choice but to go along with it. He was already prepared to offend Chu Xiaoming. As for getting Chen Hongxiao and Li Zhimin to invest in Zhangba Township, he had no hope whatsoever.
"Damn it, Guodong has really messed up this time. Sigh!" the fat man lamented inwardly.
Zhang Guodong took Li Zhimin's pulse in even less time than he did Chu Xiaoming's, and immediately said, "Kidney deficiency, frequent urination, early stage of diabetes, in addition, slightly thickened blood lipids and somewhat high blood pressure!"
"My God!" The fat man rubbed his forehead. He was stunned. How could anyone say such a thing? Mr. Li may be a bit overweight, but surely that's not an exaggeration?
But Li Zhimin's expression changed drastically. He said, "You're saying I also have diabetes?"
"Is what Xiao Zhang, the administrator, saying correct?" Chen Hongxiao said with a smile, looking at Zhang Guodong with a hint of amusement. He thought to himself, "This young man has a sharp tongue."
Everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Guodong, naturally overlooking Li Zhimin's expression, which was one of tension.
“That’s right, if the diagnosis is correct, that should be the case!” Zhang Guodong said.
"Then how should it be treated?" Li Zhimin's immediate question made everyone feel uneasy. Was Li Zhimin being too nervous? Had he guessed correctly? No way!
"That's a different matter. Do you really believe what I'm saying? Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?" Zhang Guodong said with a smile.
"No need! I trust you!" Li Zhimin said immediately. "This money, 100,000. I'll give it to you!"
Huh? The other three, including Chu Xiaoming and the fat man, were a little surprised. What was going on? If Chu Xiaoming hadn't known that Li Zhimin and Zhang Guodong didn't know each other before, he would have suspected that this was a trap.
“That’s right. I’ve been to the hospital for checkups several times. What Zhang Busheng said was almost exactly the same, but there are differences in the urine!” Li Zhimin said to everyone with a bitter expression.
"No wonder you rushed to the hospital a month ago. Are you sure it's the right thing to do?" Chen Hongxiao asked, unable to believe it.
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"Would I joke about my own health? If I hadn't had a check-up more than a month ago, I almost wouldn't have believed Mr. Zhang's diagnosis!" Li Zhimin was starting to believe Zhang Guodong.
He could keep the hospital diagnosis report himself, even if his family didn't know. Besides, he had no prior connection with Zhang Guodong, which made him choose to believe it.
However, he now had an additional life-threatening condition: diabetes. Li Zhimin was somewhat apprehensive. Anyone who gets it is terrified!
Zhang Guodong, however, maintained a mysterious and inscrutable demeanor, only smiling and remaining silent. But this was somewhat unfair to him; he was indeed quite calm. His learning of traditional Chinese medicine from Elder Yi had been profoundly memorable and yielded significant gains. Previously, he lacked experience, but now, with the existence of the life-giving demonic power, he could basically diagnose any mortal's illnesses simply by touching their body.
"I think we should call it a day. Mr. Li, go to the hospital for a check-up first. We can discuss the cooperation another day!" Chu Xiaoming said at this moment.
The fat man and Chen Hongxiao were somewhat surprised, as did Zhang Guodong, who didn't care. Li Zhimin, however, nodded vigorously, wishing he could fly to the hospital immediately for a check-up.
As soon as they parted, Chu Xiaoming made an excuse to go home and hurriedly left, but then turned a corner, hailed the driver, and drove himself to the hospital. Li Zhimin's situation had left him somewhat suspicious, so he felt it was best to get a checkup.
"That was close! Damn, I messed up. Can't you just not say anything outrageous?" Outside the hotel, after seeing Chu Xiaoming and the others off, the fat man wiped his sweat and looked helplessly at Zhang Guodong, saying, "By the way, how did you know that General Manager Li had health problems? You made it sound so real! Did you know him before?"
“I’m just telling the truth!” Zhang Guodong rolled his eyes and said. “You really think I’m a liar? Trying to fool people?”
"Damn, I think so! Are you serious? But wait, how do you know traditional Chinese medicine?" The fat man was genuinely surprised, seeing that Zhang Guodong didn't seem to be lying.
"I learned it last year, right? There's a highly skilled old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the mountains, and I learned a few tricks from him!" Zhang Guodong laughed. "Chu Xiaoming and that General Manager Li are probably at the hospital now. It's never a bad thing to spend a little money on a check-up. As for what I said, whether they believe it or not, what does it matter?"
"That's true, but Guodong, could Minister Chu's 'illness' just now be real?"
"There's no mistake!" Zhang Guodong said with certainty.
"So, do you see anything wrong with me? It's free anyway!" the fat man immediately said with a lecherous grin. "Lately, I've been feeling sleep-deprived and constantly missing my Yu Jiao, sigh!"
Zhang Guodong made a move to kick the guy, but the fat man dodged it.
“You have a stupid problem. You’re just obsessed with love. I’m telling you, hurry up and marry Lin Daiyu. Aren’t you worried about leaving her aside? What if a third, fourth, fifth, or sixth person comes along? You’ll be crying then!” Zhang Guodong said with a laugh.
"Isn't this unacceptable? Marriage is the grave of freedom and love! Of course, I still believe that my Yu Jiao's stance is firm! Anyone who dares to ruin my plans, I'll destroy them!" the fat man said indignantly.
"What a pity, things fell apart before we could even discuss them. Are you going back to your hometown, or going home?"
"Let's go home. The little ones have been missing us for so long!" Zhang Guodong said, scratching his head. Thinking of his children and his virtuous and beautiful wife, Zhang Guodong felt a surge of pride.
He married a celebrity wife; well, now she's a political star.
Zhang Guodong refused the fat man's ride and took a taxi to his home in the provincial TV station.
The next morning at 10 a.m., Zhang Guodong was still in bed, reluctant to get up. Zheng Le had already gone to work, and he was the only one left asleep in the family. The reason was that the two of them had been so active the night before that they didn't fall asleep until 4 a.m. On this rare occasion of coming home, Zhang Guodong loved her coy and shy demeanor. (Note: The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)
Even after giving birth, her body remained as youthful as a young girl's, captivating him. Their passion burned intensely, and the bed nearly collapsed from exhaustion until she begged for mercy.
Strangely enough, she had only rested for three hours. When she woke up, she was full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue, but rather looking refreshed, with an ethereal quality that added to her natural beauty.
"Guodong, Minister Chu invites you. He's treating us to lunch, and President Chen and President Li will also be attending!" Just as Zhang Guodong was taking a rare nap, he received an excited call from the fat man, which woke him up.
"Why are you getting so worked up about this? You're disturbing my sleep!" Zhang Guodong said, annoyed.
"Damn, there's hope for that investment. Three million! It's not a huge amount, but it's a timely help for Zhangba Township right now. It's a good start!" the fat man said excitedly to himself.
"In addition, I plan to hold an advertising and negotiation conference for investment promotion in the city. As for what followed, Zhang Guodong automatically filtered it out and didn't listen to much of it. He really had no interest in government affairs."
"Finished? Call me at noon!" Zhang Guodong slammed down the phone. But the fat man's annoyance made it impossible for him to sleep. His son and daughter were already up in the living room, practicing their arm and leg exercises and occasionally warming up their voices, so this old man couldn't stay in bed any longer.
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