The next morning, it was Qin Yanyang who made breakfast again.
After breakfast, Qin Yanyang went to work and on the way, dropped Yang Fei off outside the Li Xuantong Medical Hall.
"Don’t forget what we discussed last night," Qin Yanyang reminded.
Yang Fei smiled and said, "I’ll wait for your call," then he walked towards the medical hall.
As Yang Fei reached the entrance of the medical hall, the renowned doctor Li Xuantong came out to greet him enthusiastically, which took Qin Yanyang by surprise.
Qin Yanyang couldn’t help but wonder. Li Xuantong was a famous doctor in Binhai, a respected and esteemed owner; why would he be so enthusiastic about Yang Fei?
Could it be that her husband possessed exceptional medical skills that had deeply impressed Li Xuantong?
Thinking of her recent interactions with Yang Fei, the corners of Qin Yanyang’s mouth lifted slightly.
He was a year younger than her, yet he gave off an air of having experienced many hardships.
Although she considered herself to be mature and stable, he seemed even more aged and solemn in comparison.
This guy, he’s quite interesting.
Qin Yanyang drove away.
Inside the medical hall, Li Xuantong took Yang Fei’s hand and led him straight to his office, saying, "I went back last night and thought hard about the last four needles you used; I just couldn’t understand them. The medical hall isn’t very busy right now, please teach me."
Yang Fei was speechless.
I came here to work as a consulting physician, not to teach an apprentice.
"I can become your apprentice," Li Xuantong said sincerely when he saw that Yang Fei did not respond.
As a renowned doctor in Binhai, Li Xuantong had an excellent reputation in both medical expertise and moral character. In his profession, he was meticulous and eager to learn, especially about areas he didn’t understand.
As for the Revitalizing Thirteen Needle Technique, it wasn’t that Yang Fei couldn’t teach it to others, but he didn’t know Li Xuantong well enough yet and thus had not agreed.
Fortunately, the medical hall was quite famous, and early in the morning, people were already arriving seeking medical advice and treatment.
Li Xuantong got busy and stopped pestering Yang Fei.
Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and under the arrangement of Li Xuantong’s disciple, Zhou Cheng, took his place to consult patients.
However, although the medical hall did good business and many came for consultation, as soon as some patients guided by Xiao Zhou saw Yang Fei, so young, they shook their heads and left.
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Yang Fei gave a wry smile.
He had experienced this situation overseas, but the Chinese were even more demanding when it came to traditional medicine.
Upon seeing him, a young man in his early twenties, they figured he must still be an apprentice, with mediocre medical skills, and dare not have him treat them.
Thus, the entire morning, Yang Fei did not see a single patient.
Li Xuantong was paying him a salary of twenty thousand a month, yet he hadn’t done any work; it was quite embarrassing.
Yang Fei muttered to himself, wondering if he should teach Li Xuantong the last four needles of the Revitalizing Thirteen Needle Technique, just to be fair to the salary he was receiving.
At lunch, Li Xuantong said to Yang Fei, "This afternoon, accompany me to see a patient."
Upon hearing there was something to be done, Yang Fei immediately perked up and nodded, "Sure."
After lunch, Li Xuantong drove Yang Fei to an older residential area in the city.
The complex might have been old, but it was in a prime location. Getting into the elevator, Li Xuantong told Yang Fei, "Luu Shouwang is a long-time friend of mine, who has dedicated his life to education. Some years back, he suffered a stroke and almost became paralyzed. I have been treating him ever since. While he’s recovered relatively well, he still needs a wheelchair to get around. I brought you here today to help take a look."
Yang Fei nodded and replied, "Hearing what you’ve described, there seems to be a possibility for recovery."
"Yes," Li Xuantong said, "unfortunately, my medical skills were not proficient enough to heal him completely in three years."
Yang Fei said, "Your medical skill is already very good."
Li Xuantong looked at him and sighed, "If I knew the All Rejuvenation Thirteen Needle Technique, I should have cured him long ago."
Yang Fei felt the intense enthusiasm in the old man’s gaze and quickly shut his mouth, not speaking anymore.
The elevator stopped, and Li Xuantong was the first to walk out, approaching a door and knocking on it.
The door was opened by a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties. She must have been older, but she was well-maintained and had a unique intellectual charm.
"Uncle Li is here." The woman greeted Li Xuantong warmly.
Then, she noticed Yang Fei standing behind Li Xuantong and asked, puzzled, "Who is this?"
Li Xuantong quickly explained, "Yang Fei, a new friend of mine, both a mentor and a friend. Yang Fei, this is Professor Luu Nian."
Yang Fei politely nodded and greeted, "Hello, I’m Yang Fei. Sorry to disturb you."
Luu Nian warmly invited them into the house.
In the living room, an elderly man in a wheelchair saw Li Xuantong and said with a smile, "You should have come yesterday afternoon; you care less and less about this old classmate."
Although he spoke fairly fluently, his words were somewhat slurred and vague, and his facial expressions were a bit stiff.
Yang Fei nodded inwardly; these were indeed symptoms of a stroke.
However, Li Xuantong’s treatment must have been quite effective.
Li Xuantong retorted with a laugh, "Nonsense, apart from your sister-in-law and this girl Luu Nian, I’m the one who cares about you the most in the whole world."
The old man, Luu Shouwang, was an educator. Even after many years of retirement, his influence in Binhai’s education system was still significant.
Luu Nian was his only daughter, already married, and she usually did not live here.
"Who is this?" Luu Shouwang noticed Yang Fei and asked.
He knew Li Xuantong well, and the latter wouldn’t bring someone to his home if they weren’t special, so he was a bit curious about Yang Fei.
Li Xuantong introduced him briefly and said, "Old fellow, whether you can stand again in this lifetime depends entirely on Little Brother Yang now."
"Oh?" Both Luu Shouwang and his daughter Luu Nian showed surprised expressions, their gazes curious and puzzled as they fell on Yang Fei’s face.
At that moment, Luu Shouwang’s wife also came out and after greeting Li Xuantong, asked somewhat excitedly, "Old Li, what did you just say? Can my husband stand again?"
Li Xuantong nodded and said, "I wasn’t sure before, but now, with Little Brother Yang here, it shouldn’t be a problem."
The eyes of the three Luu family members became more complicated as they looked at Yang Fei.
Clearly, they were not very confident in Li Xuantong’s statement.
This young man knows medical skills?
How old is he? He’s probably not even out of university yet.
Confronted with the skeptical gazes of the three Luu family members, Yang Fei couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Li Xuantong had praised him too highly.
If he couldn’t cure Luu Shouwang later, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
"Ahem... that thing, Old Li, you’re praising him so highly, is this young man your new apprentice?" Luu Shouwang asked Li Xuantong casually, showing no restraint due to their close relationship.
His wife also chuckled, clearly skeptical of Li Xuantong’s words.
Luu Nian even frowned slightly, wondering if Uncle Li had drunk fake alcohol today.
Seeing the expression of the three Luu family members, Li Shutong knew they were skeptical. He laughed and said to Yang Fei, "Little Brother Yang, why don’t you have a look?"