"Well... Secretary Wen seems to be in high spirits, as if he's had some recent adventure. Could you recommend someone who can heal you?" Zhou Xi was genuinely curious, so much so that he'd even put aside his original intention for coming to see Wen Yiran. The Wen family had the ability to connect with such a skilled person, so perhaps he, Zhou Xi, would be lucky enough to receive some guidance?
"A fortuitous encounter? It's quite a fortuitous encounter! If it weren't for Brother Zhao, I might have died long ago." Wen Yiran laughed heartily and introduced Zhao Qingshan to Zhou Xi, saying, "Butler Zhou, this is my lifelong brother Zhao Qingshan. He is a master of acupuncture and moxibustion. It was Brother Zhao who cured me of my illness."
Zhao Qingshan? Never heard of him. Could he be a hermit? Zhou Xi glanced at Zhao Qingshan with interest.
Zhao Qingshan is an old Chinese doctor. Although he doesn't know how powerful Zhou Xi is, he doesn't dare to underestimate Zhou Xi because of Wen Yiran's serious attitude and the surging blood in Zhou Xi.
Zhou Xi was already in his sixties. Normally, a person's vitality and blood would decline by the age of forty. Yet, Zhou Xi's vitality was as vigorous as that of a young man in his twenties. It seemed this Zhou Xi was quite extraordinary! Zhao Qingshan concluded.
"Hello, Butler Zhou." Zhao Qingshan saluted Zhou Xi with a smile on his face.
"I wouldn't dare." Zhou Xi hurriedly clasped his fists in return. If Zhao Qingshan was the one who cured Wen Yiran, Zhou Xi really wouldn't dare to act arrogantly in front of him.
"I wonder who your master is, Brother Zhao? I am Zhou Xi, the registered disciple of Taoist Baopu." Zhou Xi raised his left hand and performed an ancient ritual.
"It turns out that Butler Zhou is a disciple of a master. I only have the medical skills passed down from my ancestors, and I don't have any master." Zhao Qingshan shook his head and said.
Zhou Xi was disappointed when Zhao Qingshan ignored his gesture. Could it be that Zhao Qingshan wasn't actually a Taoist? Then, where did the spiritual power he used to heal Wen Yiran come from?
Zhou Xi carefully extended a trace of spiritual consciousness and circled around Zhao Qingshan's body.
Zhou Xi didn't sense a single fluctuation of spiritual energy from Zhao Qingshan. Even though acupuncture was a symptomatic treatment for Wen Yiran's stroke, it definitely wasn't as effective as this. Wen Yiran's condition was as if spiritual energy had been combing through his meridians, clearing not only the blockages left by the stroke but also nourishing his old meridians, restoring their vitality. Such an approach was clearly beyond the capabilities of Zhao Qingshan, who lacked spiritual energy.
"No, Brother Zhao, it wasn't you. Secretary Wen was not cured by you, someone else cured him." Zhou Xi was a little disappointed. However, people in the Taoist sect believe in going with the flow. The fact that they didn't meet a master who could comb Wen Yiran's meridians could only mean that their fate had not yet arrived, and Zhou Xi didn't dare to force it.
Wen Yiran was a little embarrassed. He didn't understand why Zhou Xi said that. He had almost met the King of Hell just now, and it was Brother Zhao who pulled him back from the brink of death.
"Yes, it wasn't me. There was indeed someone else who cured Yiran." When Zhao Qingshan heard Zhou Xi say this, he couldn't vaguely "take" the credit of curing Wen Yiran on himself, so he had to tell part of the truth.
As for Zhou Yuanyuan's help in the middle, Zhao Qingshan would definitely not tell it in front of Zhou Xi. It was related to the inheritance of the Zhao family, and Zhao Qingshan didn't know Zhou Xi's character. Zhou Yuanyuan was still young, and Zhao Qingshan understood the principle of "being guilty of possessing a treasure".
Zhou Xi saw Zhao Qingshan's expression and knew that even if he pressed further, Zhao Qingshan would not reveal who that person was, so he had to give up for the time being. It seemed that Zhao Qingshan did know that expert, which made things easier. Sincerity can move mountains, and there was no rush for his own affairs. He should just finish what he needed to do today.
Zhou Xi had already thought of a countermeasure in an instant, and said to Zhao Qingshan: "Brother Zhao, Renhe Hospital needs a Chinese medicine expert like you to take charge. I wonder if Brother Zhao is interested in going to Kyoto to work?"
Renhe Hospital in Kyoto is a first-class hospital in China. There are many highly skilled doctors there. If I work there, I might be able to communicate with my colleagues and improve my medical skills.
However, Zhou Yuanyuan had said two days ago that after Zhou Zhixin's permission to join the army was approved, the whole family would move to City N. Zhao Qingshan was a little worried about Zhou Yuanyuan's recent inheritance from the Zhao family, and wanted to be with the child. Even if he couldn't help much, having her by his side would give him peace of mind.
"Butler Zhou, thank you for your kindness. I have something to do recently and cannot go to Kyoto." After considering it carefully, Zhao Qingshan politely declined Zhou Xi's proposal.
"Well, if Brother Zhao intends to come to Kyoto in the future, please inform me." Zhou Xi saw that Zhao Qingshan had made up his mind and it was not easy to persuade him. He took out a small notebook from his pocket, turned to a blank page, quickly wrote down a group of phone numbers, tore off the page and handed it to Zhao Qingshan.
Seeing Zhou Xi's enthusiasm, Zhao Qingshan couldn't refuse, so he thanked Zhou Xi and solemnly put away the phone number.
Wen Yulong, who was standing by, was envious when he saw that Zhao Qingshan was valued by Zhou Xi. Even Wen Yiran was happy for Zhao Qingshan.
Wen Yiran thought Zhao Qingshan's medical skills and character were both first-rate, and becoming a doctor at Renhe Hospital was a good choice for him. At the very least, Wen Yiran would be transferred to Kyoto in a few months, and if Zhao Qingshan could also go there, it would be a pleasant surprise.
"Secretary Wen, I came here today because I want to ask you for help with something." After Zhou Xi and Zhao Qingshan finished talking, they turned around and told Wen Yiran why they came.
Seeing Zhou Xi shift his target, Zhao Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Xi's aura was too sharp, and under his gaze, Zhao Qingshan felt that he had unknowingly told the truth. Fortunately, he still had a trace of clarity in his heart and did not reveal Xiaojiu. The hope of their Zhao family rested entirely on Xiaojiu. Before Xiaojiu grew up, she must not reveal any clues.
"Butler Zhou, please just tell me if you have anything to say. There's no need to ask for anything." Wen Yiran was a little disappointed when he saw that Zhou Xi didn't continue talking about Feng Xueying's illness, but he still held back.
Zhao Qingshan saw that Zhou Xi and Wen Yiran had something to discuss, so he quickly said goodbye to Wen Yiran. Zhao Yunxiang and the others had been shopping for a while, and Zhao Qingshan wanted to reunite with them. Since they were planning to go to City N, they had to prepare a lot of things first.
Seeing Zhao Qingshan's insistence, Wen Yiran didn't want to keep him. Judging from Zhou Xi's serious attitude, the matter they were discussing today must be very important to him. Regardless of whether Zhou Xi's matter was good or bad, Wen Yiran didn't want to involve Zhao Qingshan.
With Zhou Xi around, Zhao Qingshan felt a little guilty and didn't want Zhou Yuanyuan to appear in front of Zhou Xi. After telling Wen Yiran that he would come to pick up Zhou Yuanyuan in the evening, Zhao Qingshan left on his own.
Wen Yiran returned to the living room only after Zhao Qingshan's back disappeared.
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