"Really? Then you're amazing! Do you have time? I'll come visit you sometime."
"I'm heading to the provincial capital in a few days. I'll contact you then."
"That's great! I'll be waiting. If you dare not come, I'll storm your house and give you a good beating!"
After chatting with Ding Wenbin for a few minutes, Lin Ziyi called. They talked for a while before retiring for the night.
The next morning, Ye Tian went to Xu Wen's house.
The Xu family seemed to know he was coming. They had the courtyard cleaned and a red carpet laid out. Xu Wen and his son were both at the entrance to welcome him.
Upon meeting, Xu Wen smiled and said, "Divine Doctor Ye!"
Ye Tian nodded. "Elder Xu, how is your master now?"
Xu Wen replied, "My master has fully recovered and is waiting for Divine Doctor Ye in the hall."
He invited Ye Tian into the living room. Ye Tian saw the old man sitting in the hall, sipping tea. As Ye Tian entered, the old man quickly stood up to greet him. "Benefactor, please accept this bow from this old man!"
As he made to bow, Ye Tian quickly stopped him and smiled, "Sir, there's no need for this."
The old man chuckled, "I should have been dead already. Young friend, you cured me. I must thank you."
Xu Wen said, "Divine Doctor Ye, I haven't formally introduced my master. My master's name is Zhou Xuan Ci, known in the martial world as Ghost Hand Divine Needle."
Zhou Xuan Ci quickly waved his hand. "What Ghost Hand Divine Needle? Before you, I am but a useless person."
Xu Wen smiled. "Master, your medical skills are also superb, just a little bit inferior to Divine Doctor Ye's."
Zhou Xuan Ci chuckled, "Inferior by a thousand miles!"
He then invited Ye Tian to sit down and said with a smile, "Young friend, great kindness needs no words. If you ever need my help, just ask."
Hearing this, Ye Tian said, "Actually, there is something I need Elder Zhou's help with. I don't have a medical practice license yet."
Zhou Xuan Ci looked at Xu Wen, who immediately said, "Divine Doctor Ye, this matter is on me. Within three days, I will help you get your medical practice license!"
Ye Tian replied, "Thank you, Elder Xu."
Xu Wen smiled. "It's a small matter, not worth mentioning. From now on, don't call me Elder Xu. Just call me Old Xu."
Ye Tian called his master "Elder Zhou," so he dared not accept the title "Elder Xu."
Zhou Xuan Ci had recovered well. He chatted with Ye Tian for a while, exchanging medical knowledge. Within a few sentences, he was shocked by Ye Tian's profound medical knowledge, repeatedly saying he had lived in vain and was not even a fraction of Ye Tian's equal.
Zhou Xuan Ci had not yet fully recovered. After an hour of conversation, Ye Tian suggested he return to rest.
After Zhou Xuan Ci returned to his room, Xu Wen relaxed. Although he was old, he was still quite reserved in front of his master.
"Divine Doctor Ye needs a medical practice license. Do you have any plans for the future?"
"I'm planning to start working at Hai City First Hospital, but I need to get my license first."
Xu Wen quickly said, "Divine Doctor Ye, Hai City First Hospital is a Western medicine hospital, which might not be suitable for you. Why not consider the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?"
Ye Tian hesitated. "I don't know anyone at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. I'm afraid..."
Xu Wen laughed heartily. "The院长 of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital has a very good relationship with me."
Ye Tian considered it and thought it was a good idea. He said, "Then I'll trouble you."
Xu Wen was very pleased. "Divine Doctor Ye, shall we arrange a time to go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital together?"
"Certainly. I have time these days."
"Then it's better to act than to choose a date. Divine Doctor Ye, please have lunch with me here, and we'll head over in the afternoon."
With such warm hospitality, Ye Tian agreed.
After lunch at the Xu residence, Xu Mingsheng drove Ye Tian and Xu Wen to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in the afternoon.
The院长 of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was named Yan Lizhi. Yan Lizhi was fifty years old and had worked at the hospital for eight years. During these eight years, he had lost all his hair and consequently kept a bald head.
For eight years, the hospital's performance had declined day by day. Despite trying various methods, he could not reverse this situation.
He actually understood the reason: in this era, good traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were hard to find. Most of those who applied were Western medicine doctors. This led to the situation where so-called traditional Chinese medicine hospitals were mostly dominated by Western medicine, with traditional Chinese medicine playing a supporting role.