"I don’t know you, but I’ve heard your story,"
Luo Ning shook her head, her tone filled with respect, "In my first year of junior high, a major earthquake occurred in Shu State. You carried a dicine chest on your back and walked into the deep mountains alone to treat those injured civilians and soldiers."
"That treatnt lasted seven days and nights, and you dared not rest for a mont, fighting to save their lives."
"I rember the reports that day. Of course, when a reporter asked if you were tired, you said you were tired, but you couldn’t stop. If you rested for even one more second, it could delay soone’s life..."
"It was thirteen years ago, the major earthquake in Sanwen District of Shu State."
Xue Qingniu covered his chin beard and raised his head, as if reminiscing about that period in the past.
He smiled slightly and replied, "Back then, a young girl from a TV station insisted on interviewing . It was quite annoying, but I didn’t expect you to rember it so clearly."
"We who practice dicine are ant to save lives and aid the injured; it’s rely our duty to save people, so why make a fuss about it?"
However, Luo Ning was very excited, "Divine Doctor Xue, but you worked tirelessly for seven days and nights!"
"I was young then and had the energy."
Xue Qingniu gave a faint smile, his gaze playful as he looked at Mo Han, "I believe that any conscientious doctor, when faced with such a situation, would do the sa as I did."
"Mister Mo, what do you say?"
In the presence of the renowned Traditional Chinese dicine practitioner Xue Lao, Mo Han had nothing but the utmost respect.
He clasped his hands together and gave a formal bow, sincerely saying, "Divine Doctor Xue is not only skilled in dicine but also has a noble character. He is a role model for all of us in the dical profession!"
"Heh, young man, spare the pleasantries."
Xue Qingniu pulled Mo Han to his feet with one hand, looking at him intently as he spoke seriously, "I’ve heard that you also practice Qi-control Needling. And you release ten needles at once?"
"Yes."
Mo Han nodded. His feats of healing with acupuncture were known to many, so it was normal for Divine Doctor Xue to know as well.
"Really?"
Xue Qingniu narrowed his eyes, incredulously saying, "I’ve been practicing dicine for decades, and it took fifteen years to barely master Qi-control Needling, and I can only manage three needles at once! You can truly release ten needles at once?"
"Yes."
Mo Han shrugged his shoulders. With his abilities, not only could he release ten needles at once, but he could even manage a hundred.
Nevertheless, Xue Qingniu was still skeptical. He suddenly grabbed Mo Han’s arm, and a tiny stream of Qi quickly flowed from his fingertips into Mo Han’s body.
Mo Han frowned. Was Divine Doctor Xue trying his hand at probing him right off the bat?
But this stream of Qi was rather child’s play, wasn’t it?
Compared with his own Qi, Divine Doctor Xue’s was like a small stream, no, more like a bottle of mineral water.
And Mo Han’s Qi was like the ocean, vast and endless.
Seeing that his Qi flowed into Mo Han’s body like mud into the sea, Divine Doctor Xue’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "That’s not right..."
Suddenly, he refined another thread of Qi from within his body and injected it into Mo Han’s arm again.
This ti, Mo Han didn’t directly absorb the incoming Qi like before, but instead carefully released one-tenth of his own Qi.
"Bang!"
Before Xue Qingniu could react, his body was suddenly repelled by Mo Han’s Qi, sending him flying seven or eight ters away.
This was Mo Han being cautious; had he intentionally caught him off guard, the other might not have died, but he would certainly have sustained serious injuries.
Xue Qingniu stood astonished in place for a mont, then suddenly looked up and laughed loudly, "Every generation produces its own talented individuals, every generation produces its own talented individuals!"
"With such profound Qi, no wonder you can release ten needles at once. I am truly convinced," he said.
He paused, then approached Luo Ning with a smile, "I’ve heard from Nongsang that Miss Luo owns a design studio?"
Luo Ning nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I do."
"Hmm."
Xue Qingniu nodded and said, "In that case, I’ll leave the design and renovation of Shengshou Pavilion to you from now on!"
Shengshou Pavilion, a chain of Traditional Chinese dicine clinics founded by Xue Qingniu.
In Jiuzhou, there are already over fifty branches. While that may not seem like many, the doctors sitting in these clinics are all disciples of Xue Qingniu.
These practitioners are highly skilled and revered locally. Combined with the support of a prestigious title in the TCM community, their future potential is incalculable.
If Xue Qingniu wanted to expand, it would take less than two years for Shengshou Pavilion to surpass a thousand branches.
However, Xue Qingniu was always cautious; all doctors in the Shengshou Pavilion branches had to pass his interview before they could treat patients.
Even so, Xue Qingniu planned to open an additional one hundred and twenty locations within the next two years.
Seeing Luo Ning silent for a while, Xue Qingniu covered his silver beard and smiled slightly, "In the next two years, I plan to open over one hundred and twenty Shengshou Pavilions in Jiuzhou. Most of them will be in poorer counties, so the budget won’t be very high. "
"Would Miss Luo be interested?"
"Yes! Of course!"
Luo Ning had heard of Shengshou Pavilion, known as the country’s most famous public welfare dical hall.
If she could take on the renovation of Shengshou Pavilion, her Chenxi Design Studio would beco instantly well-known.
As for the budget not being high, she didn’t mind much, as long as it wasn’t a loss; this order was definitely worth taking!
Another point was that Divine Doctor Xue was opening clinics in impoverished counties to save lives and help the wounded, which was a great deed. How could Luo Ning possibly refuse?
"Divine Doctor Xue, Shengshou Pavilion’s business, Chenxi Design Studio will take it on!"
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