"What?! You don't know medicine? If you don't know medicine, why did you open a clinic?!"

  Upon hearing the words of the onlookers, the little boy's father flew into a rage.

  "They're the ones who said that. When did I ever tell you that I didn't know medicine?" Lin Yu said calmly, gently patting Jiang Yan's hand and freeing himself from her grasp.

  Subsequently, Lin Yu walked over to the examination table and sat down, placing his hand on the little boy's arm.

  The group of relatives couldn't help but sneer inwardly. To say the least, He Jiarong's movements and gestures looked quite authentic.

  "Can you actually treat him or not? If you can't, just shut down and get lost. If you delay my child's illness..."

  "Shut up!"

  Before the little boy's father could finish, Lin Yu cut him off coldly.

  The little boy jumped at Lin Yu's stern tone, his throat feeling as if it was blocked by a piece of cotton. He gulped down a mouthful of saliva and didn't dare to make a sound again.

  "You took him out right after he woke up this morning, didn't you?"

  As he spoke, Lin Yu examined the child's hands and mouth. He noticed that the fingerprints were red and puffy, the lips were flushed, the tongue coating was thick and white, and the pulse was floating and slow. Clearly, these were signs of convulsions.

  "Yes, yes, I'm used to taking him for a walk after he wakes up in the morning," the little boy's father said eagerly, his heart secretly astonished. How could he see that? He's amazing!

  "It was so windy this morning, and you still took him out. Aren't you just torturing him?"

  As he spoke, Lin Yu stood up and fetched a bag of needles. He took out a few fine needles and inserted them into the child's Taichong and Yongquan acupoints. The child immediately stopped convulsing, his expression instantly calmed down, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

  "Miracle doctor! Thank you, thank you so much! You're truly a reincarnation of Hua Tuo!"

  Upon seeing his son return to normal, the little boy's father was immediately overjoyed and spared no praise.

  The group of relatives were also astonished by Lin Yu's skill. They hadn't expected that a few simple needles could cure the little boy's illness.

  If they had taken him to the hospital, it would have taken at least half a day to go through the process of registration, queuing, consultation, examination, and medication.

  "You're flattering me. Actually, this is just a common case of pediatric convulsions, also known as seizures. It's not a big problem. Just be more careful with your child in the future," Lin Yu said as he wrote a prescription based mainly on Zhongjing Guizhi Decoction and handed it to the little boy's father. "Follow this prescription to get the medicine. One dose will be enough to cure him. Remember to add some japonica rice when boiling it. If you want, you can get the medicine here, or you can go somewhere else."

  "I will, I will, of course I will!" The little boy's father nodded eagerly and hurriedly took out his wallet. "Doctor, how much do I owe you?"

  "This child is my first patient today, so it's free," Lin Yu said with a smile.

  The little boy's father expressed his gratitude repeatedly and said he would definitely help promote Lin Yu's clinic. After getting the medicine, he left with his child.

  "Jiarong, not bad! When did you learn medicine?"

  "You really have some skills. No wonder you dared to open a clinic."

  "Brother Jiarong, can you take a look at us too?"

  The group of relatives were quite surprised and somewhat skeptical. They insisted that Lin Yu examine them as well.

  "Okay, I have some time today, so I'll take a look at all of you," Lin Yu said with a smile.

  Jiang Yan tugged at his sleeve and reminded him, "Be careful not to reveal your true colors."

  "It's okay. Even if my true colors are revealed, you won't be able to see them," Lin Yu said mischievously to her with a meaningful glance. Then he went to examine the group of relatives.

  Jiang Yan frowned, puzzled, and didn't understand what Lin Yu meant.

  "Second Aunt, you have cervical spondylosis. I'll prescribe you a Ge Gen Dang Gui Decoction. Take one dose daily for seven days as a course of treatment. Five or six courses should cure you."

  "Uncle, you have coronary heart disease with chest tightness, shortness of breath, cough, and phlegm. I'll prescribe you a Xiao Qing Long Decoction to warm and transform the cold fluid, and a Ma Huang Gui Zhi Decoction to relieve the exterior and disperse cold, and warm and transform phlegm and fluid. Follow the instructions I wrote and take them consistently until you improve."

  "Cousin, remember to eat on time in the future. Your abdominal pain is due to intestinal dysfunction. I'll prescribe you an Fu Zi Li Zhong Decoction. You'll recover after taking it for more than ten days."

  ...

  Lin Yu remained calm and composed, accurately describing everyone's symptoms.

  The group of relatives were amazed and looked at Lin Yu as if he were a monster. Truly, one should scrutinize a person with new eyes after a separation of just three days.

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  Jiang Yan also looked at Lin Yu with shock in her eyes, but her brow remained furrowed. Lin Yu gave her a mysterious feeling, like thick fog—only what was right in front of her was visible, but nothing beyond.

  Jiang Jingren and Li Suqin didn't think much of it. They were delighted and thoroughly enjoyed the admiration of their relatives.

  After lunch, Jiang Jingren was about to give out red envelopes to the relatives, but they hurriedly waved their hands and refused. Instead, they took out money from their pockets and handed it to Jiang Jingren and Li Suqin.

  "Jiarong is opening his clinic. How can we accept your red envelopes? We should be the ones giving them!"

  "That's right. We'll have to trouble Jiarong more in the future."

  "You must accept our money. Otherwise, it means you're looking down on us and not treating us as relatives."

  "Exactly. We're family. Why be so polite?"

  Everyone talked over each other, completely different from their attitude in the morning.

  It was human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm, to flatter those in power. It was somewhat understandable.

  In the end, none of the red envelopes Jiang Jingren had prepared were given out, and he even received tens of thousands of yuan in red envelopes. He was so happy that his mouth couldn't close.

  More importantly than the money, Lin Yu had earned him enough face in front of the group of relatives. Now, let's see who would dare to say that the Jiang family had no capable people!

  Li Suqin was also overjoyed. She patted Lin Yu's back and instructed, "Jiarong, remember to work hard in the future and bring honor to our family."

  "Yes, Mom," Lin Yu replied with a smile.

  "He Jiarong, come out with me!" Jiang Yan said coldly and then stood up and walked out of the private room.

  Seeing her不悦 [bù yuè, displeased] expression, Lin Yu quickly stood up and followed her out.

  "What's wrong with this girl again?" Li Suqin wondered aloud, puzzled as to why Jiang Yan was unhappy again.

  "You've spoiled her. You should discipline her more in the future. How can she talk to Jiarong like that?" Jiang Jingren frowned and complained.

  After leading Lin Yu to the restroom, Jiang Yan suddenly pulled him into the women's restroom, pushed him into a toilet stall, and locked the door behind her.

  Lin Yu pressed against the wall, breathing rapidly. Seeing Jiang Yan's alluring chest so close, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and stammered, "You... you like this kind of thing..."

  "I like your head!"

  Jiang Yan pinched his waist hard and stared at Lin Yu with her cold, beautiful eyes, as if she could see through his heart. "Tell me, who are you?"

  Lin Yu's heart sank. Had Jiang Yan discovered something?

  "Who am I? I'm your husband, He Jiarong. Who else could I be?" Lin Yu said with a smile, trying his best to hide the panic in his voice.

  "No, you're not."

  Jiang Yan's two beautiful eyes were cold and sharp, as if she could see through Lin Yu's inner thoughts.

  Lin Yu's heart was pounding so hard that he thought it would jump out of his chest. Was he exposed?

  Given Jiang Yan's personality, if she knew he wasn't He Jiarong, would she strangle him? After all, he had taken advantage of her quite a bit over the past two months.

  "At least you're not the He Jiarong from before."

  Jiang Yan's expression softened, and she lowered her head and sighed lightly.

  Lin Yu also took a deep breath. Damn it! Didn't she just mean that he had changed? Why did she have to make it so scary?

  "Of course, people always change. I'm glad that fall woke me up," Lin Yu said with a smile as he looked at her. "But I want to ask you, do you like the old me or the new me better?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yu's hand had already found its way around Jiang Yan's waist.

  Jiang Yan was wearing a dark blue bodycon dress today, which accentuated her hourglass figure. In this environment, with such a beautiful woman in front of him, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel a little aroused. His heart rate increased, and his breath became warm.

  Feeling the warm palm on her lower back, Jiang Yan's face flushed red. Seeing Lin Yu's abnormal reaction, her heart rate increased, and she was so nervous that she forgot about her remaining doubts. She pushed Lin Yu away, opened the door, and ran out, muttering, "Pervert."

  Watching her leave, Lin Yu showed a triumphant expression. Little thing, she thought she could probe his secrets with just a few tricks.

  At that moment, in a private room at the Zijin Ge Restaurant, Zeng Shujie, Wei Gongxun, and Deng Jianbin were entertaining several distinguished guests from a famous city's military region in the south.

  Seated at the head of the table was an elderly man with graying temples. He was over seventy years old but still in good spirits and as strong as an ox. Even when sitting, he kept his back straight, indicating his military background.

  However, the elderly man would cough from time to time as he spoke.

  Next to the elderly man on his right sat a young man in his early twenties with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows. He was handsome and wore a military uniform, exuding an air of heroism.

  On the elderly man's left sat two attendants, his personal physician and nurse.

  "Mr. Lei, how long do you plan to stay in Qinghai this time?" Zeng Shujie asked with a smile.

  "It depends on how long this old bone of mine can hold up," Mr. Lei chuckled. "My children insisted that the sanatorium conditions in Qinghai are good and forced me to come here. Actually, according to my own wishes, I'd rather die in my own..."

  "Grandpa! What are you saying?!" the young man in military uniform couldn't bear to hear it. "Uncle Song is a master of medicine. He'll definitely be able to cure your illness."

  "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. Let's drink!" Mr. Lei said with a smile.

  "No more drinking," the young man in military uniform said hurriedly as he took the cup from his grandfather's hand.

  Mr. Lei shook his head and sighed. "If I can't drink, what's the point of living a few more days?"

  "It's okay, Mr. Lei. We'll come and keep you company for a drink tomorrow," Wei Gongxun said with a smile.

  "Mr. Lei, did you come to Qinghai to see Old Song from Jishitang for treatment?" Deng Jianbin inquired. "Unfortunately, Old Song has gone to Beijing and won't be back for a while."

  "It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. I can wait for him," Mr. Lei said with a smile, but his heart was filled with bitterness. Actually, he had already talked to Old Song, and his illness was a chronic condition that even Old Song couldn't cure.

  He hadn't told his children because he didn't want them to be sad.

  According to what Old Song had said, he could only hold on for another two years at most. Even if a celestial being came down to earth, there would be nothing they could do. It was a miracle that he had managed to hold on for over forty years with this old ailment.

  "I've contacted Old Song, and he said he'll come back as soon as possible," the young man in military uniform said confidently with a smile.

  "Mr. Lei, actually, Wei and I know a young man who understands traditional Chinese medicine and is quite skilled. You might want to let him take a look," Deng Jianbin said hesitantly but still spoke up.

  Although there was a saying that one should not recommend a doctor, he couldn't help but recommend Lin Yu.

  "Yes, Mr. Lei, although this young man is young, he's quite skilled in medicine. He cured my father-in-law and my wife's illnesses," Wei Gongxun echoed. "This morning, we went to attend the opening ceremony of his clinic."

  "A young man? Are you joking, Uncle Wei?" the young man in military uniform couldn't help but sneer, his expression somewhat disdainful. "As far as I know, it takes decades of effort to achieve something in traditional Chinese medicine, right? Since ancient times, which master of traditional Chinese medicine hasn't been old?"

  From childhood to adulthood, he had always been an outstanding佼佼者 [jiǎo jiǎo zhě, top performer] among his peers. He came from a privileged background, had exceptional abilities, and had achieved numerous military merits. At a young age, he was already a lieutenant colonel and always had a strong sense of superiority. Now, hearing Deng Jianbin and Wei Gongxun praise a young man so highly, he felt somewhat unconvinced inside.