"What’s going on here?"
Chairman Kang’s words took Mu Rongyu and the others by surprise. They understood he wanted to follow Wang Jian to learn his dical Skills. It wasn’t just Chairman Kang; even Mu Rongyu’s usually calm heart was stirred by the idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to swallow his pride.
However, it was Chairman Kang’s ntion of his junior, Ren Yu, that made everyone take notice.
"Who is this Ren Yu?" Song Yijin’s curiosity was piqued. "Is she from our school? Does Wang Jian know her too?"
Both Wang Jian and Chairman Kang nodded in response to his questions.
Before Chairman Kang could speak, Wang Jian took the initiative. "Actually, Ren Yu is a girl from my hotown. She’s currently a freshman studying clinical dicine at our school. Chairman Kang once went all the way to my hotown to pursue her, not knowing at the ti that he was my junior brother..."
Wang Jian gave a brief account of what had happened, causing Chairman Kang to blush. Previously, he hadn’t seen anything wrong with his actions, but hearing it retold from Wang Jian’s perspective, he felt a hot flush of embarrassnt. He never should have listened to his roommate and followed Ren Yu back to her hotown; the whole thing was an utter blunder. At this mont, Chairman Kang realized just how mortifying the situation was, especially in front of his elders. It was a complete social death.
Flushed, Chairman Kang said, "I know my behavior was foolish, so please, Senior Brother Wang, stop laughing at . Why don’t we talk about going back to your hotown to learn those dical Skills instead?"
At this, Wang Jian deliberately glanced at Song Yijin. He had initially thought his teacher would be unhappy with Chairman Kang’s request, but he now realized he’d been worried for nothing. Not only was his teacher not angry, but he even gave Wang Jian an encouraging look.
Is he telling to teach Chairman Kang? I’m probably misreading the situation.
While he was still hesitating, Song Yijin spoke up directly. "Xiao Jian, since Chairman Kang has this desire, I, as an elder, support it. What do you think? Would it be convenient for you?" His words were essentially advocating on Chairman Kang’s behalf.
It wasn’t a bad thing, really. However, Wang Jian frowned as he pondered another matter. This dical Skill wasn’t sothing one could learn just by wanting to. Not to ntion what his master, Xu Changqing, would say—even if Wang Jian was willing to teach, he doubted Chairman Kang could actually learn it.
Seeing his silence, Song Yijin and the others thought Wang Jian was reluctant. Song Yijin glanced at Mu Rongyu and Song Tianran, signaling them to help persuade him.
Mu Rongyu was adept at reading people—otherwise, he wouldn’t have beco a Hospital Director at his age. He instantly understood his teacher’s intention and took over the conversation. "Are there any restrictions when using this dical Skill for treatnt?"
Wang Jian shook his head. "No. Our dical Skill primarily focuses on harnessing the patient’s own immunity. The treatnt is fast, effective, and precise, recovery is also quick, and it can be used in conjunction with both Chinese and Western dicine."
Mu Rongyu drew a sharp breath. Although he had witnessed Wang Jian’s thods and had his suspicions, hearing it laid out like this made him realize he had still underestimated it.
"In that case, this dical Skill could revolutionize the entire dical field," Mu Rongyu couldn’t help but exclaim. "Never mind Chairman Kang, even I’m tempted."
Song Tianran also smiled. As Song Yijin’s recovery now looked hopeful, a radiant glow returned to her face.
"I have to admit, I’m a little tempted myself," she said, a rare admission for her.
Wang Jian looked over and saw the genuine expression on her face. He decided to speak his mind. "Actually, it’s not a matter of being unwilling..."
As everyone turned to look at him, he stated bluntly, "As I ntioned, it incorporates so Taoist principles. I began studying under a master during my university days, sothing my teacher knows about. Everything I know about this dical Skill was taught to by my master."
Hearing him ntion a master, the group exchanged glances. Song Yijin asked, "Has your master forbidden you from teaching it to outsiders?"
It was no wonder Song Yijin was worried. Practitioners from outside the secular world were different from university professors. When they take on students, it’s a formal teacher-student relationship, which is very different from the master-disciple bond those practitioners form. In ancient tis, the master-disciple relationship was even more stringent, marked by sectarian exclusivity and the unspoken rule of holding back secrets. Even though tis had changed, Song Yijin still worried that Wang Jian’s master might have such rules.
To their surprise, Wang Jian shook his head with a wry smile.
"That’s not the case. My master actually hopes I can pass it on, but..."
Upon hearing the word "but," they sensed sothing was wrong.
Chairman Kang was the most anxious and asked directly, "But what?"
"The threshold for learning this dical Skill is extrely high. If you can’t cross it, it’s impossible to learn."
"What?"
Now even Song Yijin and the others were shocked. Chairman Kang frowned slightly and started to doubt himself; this was the first ti his talent in dicine had ever been called into question.
Mu Rongyu, who understood Chairman Kang the best, saw the frown and knew exactly what the young man was thinking. In his impression, Chairman Kang’s talent for dicine was exceptional. Born into a dical family, his parents and grandparents were all prominent figures in the field. Even though not all of them were clinicians, it was as if the DNA of dicine was etched into his very bones.
Because of this, he had been raised under his parents’ strict guidance, his entire path laid out for him. Even becoming Song Yijin’s student was sothing his parents had arranged with Mu Rongyu’s help. In other words, the young man had grown up having rarely made a choice for himself, and in the process, had beco indecisive. Beneath his confidence lurked a deep-seated insecurity. Even though Wang Jian’s words weren’t aid at him, they still made him doubt himself.
Mu Rongyu’s thoughts raced, but he spoke up almost imdiately after Wang Jian had finished. "Is it because of that ’Qi’ you ntioned?"
"Correct," Wang Jian responded, slightly surprised by Mu Rongyu’s astuteness, but he quickly nodded. "Indeed. Not everyone can learn Qi Refinent, nor can everyone sense their own Qi."
"So, in all these years, my master has only found as his disciple," Wang Jian said quietly, not attempting to hide anything. He even added, "The probability is almost comparable to a genetic mutation. I recently saved a teenager with a constitutional problem. He had been tornted by various illnesses since he was ten, suffering through almost everything imaginable. Doctors from all over the world examined and treated him, but nothing worked."
At this, Mu Rongyu suddenly asked, "This person... don’t tell it was Peng Pingan from the Peng family. You’re the one who cured him?"
Mu Rongyu certainly knew about Peng Pingan’s case. Although Peng Qing had kept the news under wraps, word had gotten around to anyone with enough influence in the dical community. Mu Rongyu was one of those people.
"Yes!" Wang Jian was taken aback for a mont, but then considered Peng Qing’s influence and the circumstances of Peng Pingan’s treatnt. It wasn’t surprising that Mu Rongyu knew. "That’s him. Everyone thought he was sick, but he wasn’t."
"Not sick?" Mu Rongyu looked puzzled, and Song Yijin wore the sa expression as he asked in a low voice, "I knew about his case. He wasn’t sick?"
Peng Pingan’s case was considered one of the great mysteries of modern dicine.
But now Wang Jian was saying it wasn’t an illness. The two senior figures awaited his explanation, while Song Tianran and Chairman Kang also listened in silence.
Wang Jian continued, "If Ping An had t my master before he turned ten, he would never have experienced the suffering caused by those so-called diseases."
At his words, Mu Rongyu and Song Yijin exchanged a look of understanding.
"You an... it’s related to Qi Cultivation?"
"Yes," Wang Jian nodded, recounting his earlier analysis of Peng Pingan’s condition. He concluded, "He didn’t know how to cultivate Qi, but the Qi inside him was wreaking havoc. His body couldn’t bear it, and since he couldn’t control it, everything fell into chaos. It’s like a genetic mutation that veers in an uncontrollable direction, causing the person’s body to break down. It was the sa kind of situation..."
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