An elderly man wearing glasses, the oldest person present, asked with a fawning smile, "Sir, is it your family's lost child?"
"What?!" Han Weiguo was stunned.
"Didn't they say a high-ranking official lost his child and wanted to reunite the family?"
"..." Han Weiguo glanced at Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian hurriedly smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't say anything. I don't know what the people below are saying."
He added, "This man is named Song Honghui, and he is the department director at the Harbin Central Hospital."
Han Weiguo nodded. This man had an opportunistic and scheming demeanor; he didn't seem like someone who was dedicated to medicine at all.
"It shouldn't be about recognizing relatives, right? If it is, why don't you even know if the child is a boy or a girl?" A woman in her fifties with gray hair stood up and asked. "My daughter-in-law is still in her postpartum period. What's the matter that you have to drag us here? Please tell us quickly, sir!"
The woman seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, and even a little impatient.
Xiao Qian whispered in Han Weiguo's ear, "She is the only female doctor among the six. Her name is Song Xinlan. She works at Pingcheng Central Hospital and is about to retire."
Han Weiguo nodded again and said to everyone, "Everyone has an envelope with their name on it in front of them. Inside is a survey form. Please fill it out and hand it in."
Everyone immediately began to open the envelopes.
Song Xinlan frowned and tore open the envelope, only to see a single line of text on it: "May I ask who your teacher is?"
Every traditional Chinese medicine doctor has a mentor; this is an indisputable fact.
When the old man Song Honghui saw this line of text, he couldn't help but laugh: "You still say it's not a family reunion? When my master found me, he said that the quilt wrapped around me was embroidered with lotus flowers and bamboo, and that I must have a special background!"
After saying that, he quickly filled in his master's name.
Soon, everyone had finished filling out the forms, and Xiao Qian handed the envelopes to Han Weiguo.
Han Weiguo, holding the envelope, said to everyone, "Please sit down for a while longer."
He then left.
Once they reached the empty office next door, he had Xiao Qian open all the envelopes.
Six sheets of paper were laid out in a row, and each of the six people wrote down the name of their master.
Song Jianming – Zhang Moche
Pine and Cypress in Autumn - Yu Wangting
Song Yun – Yang Zhicheng
Song Yibo – Wang Changqing
Pine Orchid - Bayi
Song Honghui – He Yuan
He Yuan?
Upon seeing these two characters, Han Weiguo's heart pounded wildly, because this was one of the former names of the Divine Doctor Crane!
To avoid trouble, Doctor Crane used several names, but He Yuan was the name he used the longest!
Han Weiguo was so excited that his fingers trembled. After pointing for a while, he finally pointed to Song Honghui's name: "Let him stay, and let the others go back."
"Hey." Xiao Qian glanced at the name and went out.
A moment later, his voice rang out: "Everyone has come from afar. This is your return ticket money and lost wages compensation. These are some small gifts for you to take back and share with your family and friends. Please go back now—except for Song Honghui, Dr. Song, please stay."
Soon, Song Honghui's excited voice rang out: "I told you so! Young comrade, I am that lost child, no doubt about it!"
Han Weiguo shook his head and strode off to call Xia Dong.
Unexpectedly, the switchboard at Bingcheng People's Hospital was transferred to the surgery department, but the call could not be connected.
Han Weiguo forgot that after Chief Cheng hung up on him, he felt extremely embarrassed and smashed the phone to pieces.
The logistics department has already submitted the application, but the new phones won't be approved until next month.
Unable to get through on the phone, Han Weiguo had no choice but to bring Song Honghui there directly.
Xia Dong looked at the obsequious old man in front of him with a doubt on his face: "This... is Dr. Song?"
Song Honghui straightened his back and extended a hand: "It is indeed I."
Xia Dong shook hands with him, puzzled.
Looking at the distinguished Xia Dong, Song Honghui's face lit up: "This... is he my younger brother or nephew? I don't know how to address him. Are my parents... still alive?"
Xia Dong slowly turned his head to look at Han Weiguo.
Han Weiguo explained in a low voice, "Dr. Song misunderstood. He thought we were looking for relatives."
As she spoke, she looked at Song Honghui and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Song, I came in a hurry. Let me explain to you—I came to see you for treatment, not to recognize you as a relative."
"Why do I have to go to someone surnamed Song for treatment? And why are you asking me who my master is?" Song Honghui was a little dumbfounded, and his smile froze on his face.
"Ahem!" Xia Dong coughed a few times. "Let's have the doctor examine the patient first."
Song Honghui was still somewhat dumbfounded.
Han Weiguo leaned closer to Song Honghui and whispered, "Dr. Song, stop pretending to be crazy. You are the disciple of Doctor He, and we will keep your identity a secret."
"What? When did my master become a miracle doctor? Why didn't she tell me?" Song Honghui asked Han Weiguo while being dragged around by Xia Dong.
When Song Honghui arrived at the bedside and saw Xia Tianlu's condition, and carefully reviewed her medical records, he was completely dumbfounded: "No... this... you need to find a surgeon to operate on her, what's the use of coming to me..."
Han Weiguo said in a gloomy tone, "Dr. Song, stop pretending. We all know who you are. Your master once saved a girl who swallowed a herbal medicine. He must have taught you that skill, right?"
"My master? Bianfang? What is Bianfang?" Song Honghui asked blankly.
In Han Weiguo's view, he was just pretending to be stupid and unwilling to reveal his identity.
Han Weiguo spread his legs, blocking the doorway: "Don't try that. Dr. Song, I know you're always elusive. Tell me, what are your conditions?!"
"What conditions?! I didn't have any. I was brought here by you out of nowhere, and then you made me treat this patient who needs surgery. Do you big leaders think it's fun to mess with us ordinary people?" Song Honghui was getting a little angry.
"If you don't make a move, you're not leaving here today," Xia Dong said. "So, what are your conditions?"
“I…” Song Honghui looked at Han Weiguo in military uniform, and then at Xia Dong, who exuded an imposing aura. These were indeed two big shots he could not afford to offend.
He thought for a long time with a long face, then looked up and said, "I'll give it a try. I need a bowl and a pair of chopsticks."
He decided to try the incantation technique, which was the only method he could think of.
Anyway, this method is quite effective at removing fish bones.
"What bowl? An antique? Gold chopsticks?" Han Weiguo didn't react.
“Just a regular eating bowl and wooden chopsticks!” Song Honghui added, frowning.
He was unsure of himself, so he used a bad attitude to cover it up.
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