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