"Come, Sister Chen, have some water."
Wan Yunting, after washing his hands, poured two cups of water for Chen Qiuyun and her son and brought them over. She quickly got up and took them with both hands, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Mr. Wan..."
"Sit, sit..."
Wan Yunting invited Chen Qiuyun to sit down, and he sat next to Liang Youle, who was staring blankly. Seeing his dazed gaze fixed on the apple and orange in the fruit platter on the coffee table, Wan Yunting gently stroked his head and asked softly, "Would you like an apple or an orange?"
"Don't, Mr. Wan..."
"It's alright, have an apple."
Wan Yunting told Chen Qiuyun not to be so polite and handed Liang Youle the biggest apple from the platter, saying with a smile, "Eat the biggest one, here you go."
Liang Youle hesitated for a few seconds. In his dazed state, he reached out his small hand and took the apple. This made Chen Qiuyun a bit embarrassed, but Wan Yunting looked up at her and smiled, "Your son should be fine."
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Wan."
Chen Qiuyun nodded with a smile. Perhaps it was the warm heating in the office, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable wearing her down jacket. Seeing this, Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Sister Chen, if you feel hot, you can take off your down jacket. It's not cold in here. I'll go find some silver needles..."
"Alright."
Chen Qiuyun stood up and watched Wan Yunting leave before taking off her down jacket...
Soon, Wan Yunting returned with a set of silver needles. Chen Qiuyun quickly stood up and nodded at him with a gentle smile. However, Wan Yunting noticed that after she took off her elegant down jacket, she revealed a white high-necked sweater underneath.
Although she looked a bit bulky overall, it couldn't hide her voluptuous and proud figure. Combined with Chen Qiuyun's naturally alluring phoenix eyes and fair, delicate skin, she was as alluring as a freshly peeled egg white, making it difficult for any man not to react.
"Sister Chen, please sit. I'll sterilize the silver needles first, then begin the acupuncture treatment for your son..."
Wan Yunting didn't linger on her for more than a few seconds. He didn't have any excessive thoughts about Chen Qiuyun. He asked her to continue sitting while he sterilized the needles with a special instrument. After sterilization, he turned and said, "Sister Chen, bring your son in."
Chen Qiuyun hummed and then stood up, pulling her son Liang Youle, who was still hugging the apple and reluctant to eat it, to follow Wan Yunting into the resting room. She looked around. Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Take off your son's jacket. It's not cold in the room. Carry him to the bed."
"Okay."
Chen Qiuyun complied, took off her son's jacket, and helped him sit on the bed. Wan Yunting placed the sterilized silver needles on the bedside table, then had Liang Youle lie down with his head facing him. Wan Yunting gently pressed an acupuncture point behind his left ear, and the child slowly closed his eyes. Chen Qiuyun's heart tightened upon seeing this. Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to perform acupuncture on his head, so I'm making him sleep to prevent him from moving around later."
"Oh." Chen Qiuyun didn't dare to say anything further and asked, "Is there anything I need to do?"
"No, just sit and watch."
Wan Yunting adjusted the child's head position, preparing to administer acupuncture. At this moment, Chen Qiuyun stood up and moved behind him. Wan Yunting turned his head to look. Chen Qiuyun quickly smiled and said, "I'll stand here and see if I can help with anything."
Without thinking further, Wan Yunting held a silver needle between his fingers and nodded at her with a smile. He didn't say anything more, resting his left hand on Liang Youle's head. He first inserted the needle into the Baihui acupoint, followed by the four Sishencong acupoints...
Chen Qiuyun, standing to Wan Yunting's right, followed his needle insertions with her phoenix eyes, thinking to herself, "Qishen Zhenfa...!"
Wan Yunting was indeed not using the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles on the child. He was first using the Qishen Zhenfa to stimulate the child's brain nerves, to see if it would have any effect. If the child reacted, he would then use the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
Two minutes passed. Silver needles had been inserted into the top of Liang Youle's head and several acupoints on his face. Then, Wan Yunting placed his index and middle fingers on the child's temples on both sides. An invisible flow of energy circulated into his fingertips as he gently massaged the child's temples. It was at this moment that Wan Yunting remembered. He turned to look at Chen Qiuyun, who was standing close beside him on his right. Seeing her staring intently at his hands, he smiled and asked, "Sister Chen, do you understand medicine?"
Chen Qiuyun, instantly regaining her senses, met Wan Yunting's gaze with a somewhat unnatural look. She smiled and said, "Mr. Wan, you joke too much. If I understood medicine, I would have cured this child long ago!"
Wan Yunting smiled at her, then turned back and continued to massage Liang Youle's temples with both hands. He said, "I'm going to stimulate your son's brain nerves with acupuncture first to see if there's any reaction. If the symptoms are mild, I'll use other acupuncture methods for treatment..."
Chen Qiuyun, standing beside him, looked somewhat uneasy. While listening to Wan Yunting explain, she nodded and responded with a smile, but her mind was on something else...
After about half an hour, Wan Yunting removed the silver needles from the child's head. He then pressed the Yintang acupoint on the child's forehead, and the child slowly woke up, as if he had just taken a nap. Chen Qiuyun went up and picked him up, asking, "Mr. Wan, is he all better now?"
Wan Yunting tidied up the silver needles and nodded with a smile, saying, "Yes, your son's condition is not the most severe. There should be hope for him to recover to the intelligence of a normal child."
"That's wonderful." Chen Qiuyun appeared very happy and excited, thanking him repeatedly.
Wan Yunting waved his hand, leading them out, and said with a smile, "You can come back here at the same time tomorrow. I'll formally begin his acupuncture treatment then."
"Okay."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiuyun's heart filled with joy.
Wan Yunting returned to his desk and sat down, opening a cabinet drawer and taking out a stack of paper and a brush. He glanced at Chen Qiuyun, who was sitting on the sofa in front of him holding her son. Wan Yunting prepared the ink and then quickly wrote a prescription. After finishing, he held it up and shook it to let the ink dry before standing up, handing it to Chen Qiuyun, and saying with a smile, "This is the prescription. Go back and find an old-fashioned pharmacy to get the Chinese medicine. Boil one dose twice. Drink one bowl in the morning and one in the evening. Each time, add nine bowls of water and boil it down to one bowl, understand?"
Chen Qiuyun stood up and took the prescription with both hands, nodding. "I've got it. Thank you, Mr. Wan."
"Alright, then you can go back now."
Wan Yunting then waved his hand and returned to his desk chair, tidying up his brushes, ink, and paper...
Suddenly, Chen Qiuyun stood rooted to the spot, her phoenix eyes fixed on Wan Yunting. Hadn't he promised yesterday to lend her money to buy medicine for her son?
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wan..."
In the end, Chen Qiuyun couldn't bring herself to ask. She picked up her down jacket, quickly put it on, and then, holding the dazed Liang Youle who was still clutching the large apple, prepared to leave. Just then, Wan Yunting called out to her, "Sister Chen, remember to go to an old-fashioned pharmacy, or a large pharmacy to get the medicine!"
Chen Qiuyun stopped at the doorway, holding her son, and turned to look at him. She thought Wan Yunting was reminding her to get the medicine from a large pharmacy for better quality, and said, "Okay, Mr. Wan, I'll do as you say."
"Then go ahead."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, without getting up to see them off.
Helpless, Chen Qiuyun took Liang Youle and left the TCM Association office building. As they were leaving, she happened to encounter Shangguan Huier bringing Zhang Xian'er back. She asked about nearby large, old-fashioned pharmacies or major drugstores.
Shangguan Huier pointed to a famous Beijing old-fashioned pharmacy, which was owned by Gu Shiren – Gu Rentang!
Taking her son Liang Youle, Chen Qiuyun took a bus to Gu Rentang. It was indeed an old-fashioned pharmacy, with not only a consultation area but also a very large pharmacy. There were many people coming to see the doctor and get medicine. Chen Qiuyun waited in line for over ten minutes before it was her turn. She handed Wan Yunting's prescription to a pharmacist who was dispensing medicine.
The pharmacist, who was about forty to fifty years old, took the prescription and saw the beautiful slender gold script. His eyes immediately lit up. "What beautiful handwriting! It's been a long time since I've seen someone write prescriptions in calligraphy, and to write the Slender Gold Style so well... Hmm, Wan Yunting!"
Upon seeing the signature and seal on the prescription, the pharmacist named Chen Min's eyes widened. He asked Chen Qiuyun, "Did Chairman Wan write this prescription for you?"
"Chairman Wan...?"
Chen Qiuyun didn't understand when she was asked this. Pharmacist Chen Min said, "It's our newly appointed Chairman Wan of the Beijing TCM Association, Wan Yunting!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I came to him to see my son. He wrote this prescription." Chen Qiuyun nodded repeatedly.
Having confirmed this, Pharmacist Chen Min held the prescription with great affection and praised, "As expected of Scholar Wan's calligraphy, a masterpiece! Sister, you're going to strike it rich!"
"Ah?"
Chen Qiuyun looked surprised and confused, not understanding why Chen Min said that. He replied, "Don't you know that Chairman Wan's prescriptions are worth five to six million on the market?"
Hearing this, Chen Qiuyun was utterly astonished. She was genuinely surprised, never imagining that a simple prescription written by Wan Yunting with a brush would be worth so much money.
No wonder he didn't mention lending her money. He had already made arrangements!