"Alright, please have Secretary Luo lead the way."

Qin Yang nodded, following Luo Caijie to the 18th floor.

In front of an office with the sign "Presidential Office," Luo Caijie stopped and gently knocked on the door twice.

"Come in."

The voice of Ruan Xinxue came from inside.

"President, Mr. Qin is here."

Luo Caijie opened the door and addressed Ruan Xinxue, who was sitting at the desk.

Ruan Xinxue nodded, her gaze turning to Qin Yang behind Luo Caijie, a smile on her pretty face.

As Qin Yang entered, he discovered that Ruan Xinxue was not the only person in the office. On a guest sofa sat an elderly man in a brown robe, with slightly graying hair and a kind face. Qin Yang recognized him as Zhou Yizhen, the old Chinese medicine doctor he had met while treating Ruan Lao the last time.

Sitting beside Zhou Yizhen was a young man with glasses, who seemed somewhat refined. Next to the young man was Zhou Lao's purple sandalwood medical box.

"Qin Yang, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhou Yizhen, who has been waiting for you for two hours." Ruan Xinxue said.

"Hmm? Old man, you looking for me?" Qin Yang was a bit puzzled. He had only met Zhou Yizhen once. Why was he looking for him?

The refined young man's brow furrowed. This kid was quite disrespectful, calling Zhou Lao "old man." After all, Zhou Lao had treated many provincial leaders and even some central figures, and they all respectfully addressed him as "Zhou Lao." Who did this kid think he was!

"Haha, little miracle doctor, we meet again." Zhou Yizhen didn't mind Qin Yang's form of address in the slightest, and he chuckled.

Upon hearing the words "little miracle doctor," the refined young man's expression changed. The teacher he revered had waited for this kid for two hours?

"Is there something you need?"

Qin Yang nodded. During his last visit to treat Ruan Lao, Zhou Yizhen had left a decent impression, showing no scorn for his youth and maintaining a rigorous attitude towards medicine.

"This time, I'm here to trouble the little miracle doctor," Zhou Yizhen began straightforwardly and sincerely requested, "An old friend of mine is injured. To my shame, I can only barely alleviate his pain, unable to cure him. This time, I came specifically to invite you to join me for a consultation."

Hearing Zhou Lao's words, the refined young man's composure faltered. He was a doctoral student in the medical department at Yanjing University, and being able to learn from Zhou Lao was a huge stroke of luck. Yet this kid, who looked like a high school student, was being personally invited by Zhou Lao. Could this kid even treat illnesses? Knowing all the names of the herbs would be impressive enough.

"Do I know this person?"

Qin Yang frowned slightly. If he started treating everyone indiscriminately, he wouldn't have time to cultivate. Furthermore, he only had a passing acquaintance with Zhou Yizhen, so there wasn't much of a bond. He definitely didn't recognize the patient Zhou Yizhen mentioned.

"You probably don't," Zhou Yizhen shook his head.

"Oh, if I don't know him, why should I go treat him?"

Qin Yang said calmly. He wasn't targeting Zhou Yizhen specifically; the old man was quite nice. But there were numerous sick people worldwide. He couldn't drop everything to run around treating people just because someone asked.

"You...!"

Before Zhou Yizhen could speak, the refined young man's mouth twitched, and anger swelled in his heart. It was already surprising enough that his teacher personally came to invite a high school kid. Considering his teacher's status, it was even more shocking that he was rejected.

Zhou Yizhen's expression was slightly stiff, but he soon sighed lightly and said, "I was presumptuous."

"It's okay, not your fault. If someone wants me to treat them, let them or their family invite me. Whether I'll go or not depends on my mood." Qin Yang waved his hand and said.

"Humph, I bet you're just scared, right? If you really can treat illnesses, come with us. Let's see if you're as good as you claim."

The refined young man sneered, unable to hold back his thoughts.

"Where did you come from? I can treat illnesses, and I can hit people too. Do you want me to prove by giving you a beating first?" Qin Yang raised an eyebrow and stared at the refined young man.

"If you dare, go ahead and try..."

The refined young man's expression changed, but before he could finish, Zhou Yizhen stopped him.

"Dayong, shut up!"

Zhou Yizhen scolded. Although Qin Yang's refusal made him a bit uncomfortable, upon reflection, Qin Yang's words made sense. Medical practice isn't forced, and knowledge isn't lightly given. Qin Yang had no ties to that person and didn't owe him anything. There was no reason for him to drop everything and treat someone because of a single request.

Silenced by Zhou Yizhen, the refined young man named Li Dayong dared not speak further, though he shot a resentful glance at Qin Yang, clearly dissatisfied.

"This time, I was presumptuous. An old friend entrusted me with their life. I'm merely doing my best. If it's inconvenient for the little miracle doctor, let's forget it." Zhou Yizhen said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang nodded. Zhou Yizhen was known for his mastery in acupuncture and as a paragon of medical ethics. He lived up to the title of "Master of Acupuncture."

"Fine, old man, you seem decent. I won't make things hard for you, but..." Qin Yang pondered for a moment and said.

"If the little miracle doctor has any requests, just state them. I'll do my best to fulfill them," Zhou Yizhen said, joy on his face upon seeing Qin Yang relent.

"My consultation fee is high—five million per visit, regardless of the outcome. If follow-ups are needed, each additional visit will add another five million. Of course, if the patient can provide rare medicinal herbs, it might offset some of the fees."

Qin Yang thought for a moment and replied. On Earth, he had encountered nothing more precious than a thirty-year-old wild ginseng, which was a low-grade spirit medicine. If someone could provide him with a genuine one, it would be ideal.

Five million? Just for a single consultation?!

Li Dayong's eyes widened, wondering if this kid was crazy for money. Considering that person's status, did he dare demand a consultation fee?

Zhou Yizhen pondered briefly, then nodded and said, "No problem, I'll agree on their behalf."

Qin Yang was slightly surprised. It wasn't hard to surmise that the person Zhou Yizhen referred to seemed to lack for nothing when it came to money.

"Teacher, what if this kid can't cure the illness? Will that person, already suffering, pay five million for nothing?"

Seeing his teacher agree on the other's behalf, Li Dayong hurriedly interjected. He didn't think the kid could cure what even his teacher couldn't.

"If this illness is beyond the little miracle doctor's ability, I'll cover the first consultation fee myself as part of my efforts for my old friend," Zhou Yizhen said gravely.

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