Chapter 117 — Grandmaster of Traditional Chinese Medicine [Begging for Monthly Tickets, They Are Catching Up From Behind]

"Huh?" Qiu Lingshan froze, then her face darkened... She had never expected Captain Yang, whom she admired, to be such a gossip. In her memory, Yang Huaijun was a meticulous and stern man, yet here he was asking such a nosy question... She had heard the rumors going around the bureau these past few days, but there was simply no way to explain them.

This sort of thing would only grow darker the more she tried to explain it. That scene in the hospital, anyone with eyes who saw it would misunderstand. Mouths belonged to other people, and there was nothing Qiu Lingshan could do about it. She could only let them talk and wait for the storm to die down after a while.

But with Yang Huaijun suddenly asking, Qiu Lingshan really did not know how to explain. "Captain Yang... I didn't..."

"Hehe, the force does not forbid dating. That is your freedom..." Seeing Qiu Lingshan hesitate, Yang Huaijun took it for shyness, so he smiled and said no more. It was not his place to comment on Wei Zhao's affairs. His earlier agitation had only been to stand up for Xiao Ning, but Wei Zhao was the god of their old squad, and would forever be his captain.

"Captain Yang..." Qiu Lingshan was left speechless.

"Hehe, but you could ask Wei Zhao for help. Perhaps you would catch the suspect very soon..." The moment he said it, Yang Huaijun felt a twinge of regret... Eagle, forgive me. I have sold you out...

But thinking of the relationship between Qiu Lingshan and Wei Zhao, Yang Huaijun felt relieved again... If Qiu Lingshan and Wei Zhao had truly reached the stage the rumors claimed, then with Eagle's character, he could hardly refuse to help Qiu Lingshan...

"Him? A suspect?" Qiu Lingshan blinked, but Yang Huaijun had already hung up the phone. She ground her teeth in fury. Wei Zhao, you bastard, you have ruined my reputation...

Still, Qiu Lingshan only fumed inwardly for a moment before she hurriedly deployed her officers, following Yang Huaijun's analysis to begin a large-scale search of the area around the scene where the male corpse was found...

As for Yang Huaijun, after hanging up the phone, he drove in a hurry to Songshan Medical and Pharmaceutical University.

Songshan Medical and Pharmaceutical University was one of the country's well-known medical universities, enjoying a certain reputation even in the world. Many foreign students came here admiringly to study traditional Chinese medicine, for no other reason than Guan Xuemin, the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Guan Xuemin enjoyed a very high reputation in the world medical community, a leading figure in the realm of traditional Chinese medicine.

Although the Guan family was not a great house, with Guan Xuemin around it had become a transcendent existence among the several great houses. Who dared say he would never fall ill? Who dared say he would never have to beg Guan Xuemin for help?

So although the Guan family had only begun to grow strong in the last dozen years or so, it was in no way inferior to those great houses. Its foundations were still shallow, but that was no obstacle at all. Who would cross the Guan family? To cross the Guan family was to set oneself against the other great houses.

The Yang family to which Yang Huaijun belonged was also one of the great houses, so it was perfectly normal for him to invite Guan Xuemin to treat him.

Guan Xuemin seldom taught classes anymore, except for a routine large lecture each week for the students of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although it was nominally for those students, many students from other departments also came to hear him, partly because of his prestige, and partly because he truly could teach something useful.

Guan Xuemin lived in the school family quarters, inside a separate villa district where only university leaders and prestigious professors resided. Although Yang Huaijun was driving a police car, he was still stopped when entering the villa district, and was only let through after careful registration.

After all, national-level academicians like Guan Xuemin were not few in here, and many even held international titles...

He parked below Guan Xuemin's villa and got out of the car, about to ring the doorbell, when the villa door happened to open. A pretty young girl walked out from inside, and seeing Yang Huaijun, she paused in slight surprise before smiling. "Brother Yang, you have come to see Grandpa..."

"Xinxin, off to work?" Yang Huaijun saw Guan Xin's dress, pretty yet neat and efficient, and guessed she must be going to work.

"Yes," Guan Xin nodded. "I have to leave early, or I will miss the shuttle."

"You don't have a car of your own?" Hearing Guan Xin's words, Yang Huaijun was rather taken aback. Guan Xin actually took the shuttle?

"I just started working. Where would I get the money for a car?" Guan Xin smiled. "Brother Yang, Grandpa has guests. After you go up, you will have to wait a while."

"All right, then hurry along, don't be late." Yang Huaijun nodded to Guan Xin. He could see that Guan Xin was not relying on her family. Such a rich young lady was rare. Even Qiu Lingshan had her own private car...

Guan Xin had not locked the door behind her. She knew Yang Huaijun well and knew he was no bad man, so she trusted him completely. Yang Huaijun therefore did not ring the bell again, but walked straight into the villa and went upstairs.

In the living room on the second floor, he saw Guan Xuemin taking the pulse of an old man, while a middle-aged man and woman stood beside the old man.

"Old Guan, how is my father's illness?" The man looked at Guan Xuemin and asked carefully.

"Not good... It is already very serious." Guan Xuemin did not hide anything, speaking directly right in front of the old man. "His cardiac function is deteriorating. To cure it is all but impossible. With regular acupuncture, it can barely be kept under control."

The old man clearly understood his own illness very well, and showed little reaction to Guan Xuemin's bluntness. The middle-aged man, however, hearing that Guan Xuemin could hold it stable, asked eagerly. "It can be held stable? That is good too. As long as it does not keep getting worse or flare up, that will do."

They had sought treatment in many places, all to no avail. This time they had come to Guan Xuemin on his reputation, and had not expected to find a solution.

"That is no problem." Guan Xuemin nodded. "One acupuncture treatment a week will control the illness for that week. With good care, living another ten years would be no problem at all..."

"Live another ten years?" The old man was quite pleased to hear Guan Xuemin's words. "Ten years is time enough to do a great many things."

"Then we must trouble Old Guan. We live in Yanjing, so about the weekly acupuncture... Besides paying your fee, we will also reimburse all round-trip expenses in full..." the middle-aged man said.

"I don't have the time. The acupuncture must be done here at my place." Guan Xuemin refused without mercy. He naturally had his own rules for seeing patients, and made no house calls.

"This..." The middle-aged man looked troubled. His father was so old. To toss him about like this every week, wasn't that asking for his life?

"What do you mean?" Before the middle-aged man could finish, the middle-aged woman beside him exploded, pointing at Guan Xuemin and shouting. "Do you know who my father is? Others line up to go to Yanjing to treat my father and never get the chance. Asking you to go is thinking highly of you. Who do you think you are? Just an old Chinese medicine doctor, that's all. How about this, double the fee. Will you go or not?"

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