Xu Changqing was clearly not the type of person who yearned for unattainable heights. He didn’t take things of legend too seriously. After voicing his thoughts, he was more concerned with the changes in Wang Jian himself. "The Yangshen may have its marvels, but your own senses must have also undergone significant changes."
These words were not spoken casually.
Qi Cultivation demands a high level of physical fitness, and the process continuously remodels the body, making it progressively more powerful. This was also why, despite his advanced age, he still looked like a man in his forties or fifties. Sitting with Old Chen, he didn’t look like they belonged to the sa generation at all. This was one of the wonders of Qi Cultivation.
Wang Jian’s qi had clearly undergone a new transformation, so it was only natural for his body to evolve as well.
Wang Jian nodded. "Indeed. I’m different from before. My vision and perception have improved imnsely."
In other words, he could now diagnose the vast majority of illnesses simply by sight and sll.
For instance, he could sense the flight path of a mosquito within a ten-ter radius, a feat accomplished purely through the sensitivity of his perception. If soone stared at him for too long, even from a hundred ters away, it would make his skin crawl. Given a little more ti, he could pinpoint their direction, and if he looked over, his instincts would likely lock onto their location.
In the short ti he and Old Chen had been chatting, he had already detected at least ten people watching them from all directions, their gazes appearing intermittently.
With such acute perception, not only was he capable of treating the sick and saving lives, but he would also be perfectly competent if sent on so kind of special mission.
Xu Changqing nodded as well. "In that case, I’m not worried about you joining the National dical Team. Anyone who underestimates you is going to get their face slapped swollen."
Old Chen, with an expression of deep understanding, chid in, "You two, master and apprentice, don’t have to worry about this. I’ll speak to them today. Xiao Jian, find so ti to go to Capital City to report in. Once that’s taken care of, you can co back and continue being a village doctor. I guarantee no one will bother you with trivial matters, just like your master."
"Don’t worry, Old Chen. If sothing cos up, I won’t shirk my duties." Wang Jian’s attitude was impeccable. If he truly joined that team, so things would be unavoidable, and his temperant was different from his master’s. His master, Xu Changqing, was a forr Daoist cultivator, accustod to a carefree, unrestrained life. He was probably even unruly during his ti in the military. But Wang Jian was different. He had been educated within a system of rules his entire life. He knew what he should and shouldn’t do, what to pursue and what to avoid, what he could sidestep and what he couldn’t.
After discussing official matters, Wang Jian was invited to stay for dinner, so he had to cancel his plans to eat at ho with Xu Qian, giving her a quick call to let her know.
Old Chen’s al was not as extravagant as Wang Jian had imagined. For the three of them, there were only five dishes and a soup. Aside from the fact that the food tasted exceptionally good, it was much like a al in any ordinary household.
After they finished, Old Chen arranged for a driver to take Wang Jian ho. Once Wang Jian had left, he and Xu Changqing started talking about Wang Jian’s docuntary.
"I heard their docuntary is specifically about village doctors. Soone ntioned it to , saying the choice of subject was very unique. We have docuntaries on ergency departnts and large hospitals, but the village doctor community has always been a missing piece. Now, that gap is finally being filled." Old Chen nodded vigorously, sparing no praise for the project. "Make sure it’s done well. Once it’s finished, it will also benefit Wang Jian’s position in the National dical Team."
Xu Changqing smiled and said, "I’m not worried about him on that front. With his dical Skills, any doctor who is truly dedicated to dicine—whether they practice Western or Chinese dicine—will be so thoroughly outclassed they’ll be left speechless."
"You said it yourself—that only applies to people who are dedicated," Old Chen said. He felt like sothing was missing. Not having a cigarette in his hand felt completely wrong, but he was quitting. He grabbed a toothpick from the side and continued, "Tis are different now. Our country has more and more talented and educated people, but while the quantity has increased, the quality and mindset have declined. Even within the national team, there are plenty of people with impure motives. Their minds aren’t on their craft, though they still have so talent. So when Xiao Jian goes, plenty of people will undoubtedly try to give him a hard ti."
"You’re worried about him, aren’t you, Lao Chen?" Xu Changqing realized with a start. "This is the first ti you’ve t the brat, and you’re already this fond of him and concerned for him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Old Chen glared at Xu Changqing. "You old rascal, you praise your apprentice to every single day. Of course, I’m going to pay attention. Besides, he could be considered my nephew."
He had actually done a thorough background check on Wang Jian long ago. So in terms of information, Old Chen might have known more about Wang Jian than Xu Changqing did. But that was all just on paper, a far cry from eting him in person.
If nothing else, after eting him today, Old Chen felt this young man was even more outstanding than his file suggested. He possessed such legendary skills yet showed not a trace of arrogance. That alone was enough to put all the so-called geniuses of today to sha.
Thinking of this, Old Chen suddenly looked at Xu Changqing and asked, "I heard he also took on a grand-apprentice for you?"
A grand-apprentice...
Xu Changqing pondered for a mont and nodded. "That kid hasn’t even learned how to be a proper adult yet, and he’s already teaching others. Honestly..."
Although he said this, his face was wreathed in smiles.
In fact, it was this very event, coupled with Wang Jian’s constant progress, that had spurred his thoughts of retirent. It was evident he was very pleased with that grand-apprentice.
Seeing his expression, Old Chen didn’t have the heart to expose him and simply played along. "The Cheng family’s father and son should arrive in Shanghai City today and will go see Wang Jian tomorrow. If you want to et them, tomorrow would be a good ti."
"Mm."
...
While they were chatting, Wang Jian arrived ho.
But Xu Qian wasn’t the only person at the Wang family ho.
The mont Wang Jian pushed open the courtyard gate and saw the figure bustling about, he froze. It wasn’t until the other person looked over and froze, just as he had, that Wang Jian managed to call out, "Dad."
Having not seen his father for eight years, Wang Jian had imagined many possible reunions. He’d envisioned a silent one, or one where he’d be furiously chewed out. The one thing he hadn’t anticipated was that it would be so calm.
After Wang Jian called out "Dad," Wang Tianhe simply nodded, acting as if nothing had happened. "You’re back?"
Wang Jian also nodded, and an awkward silence fell as neither knew what to say next.
Looking at all the things piled up in the courtyard, Wang Jian took the initiative. "Did you bring all this back?"
The yard was piled high with food and local specialties from Guangdong Province, including so dicinal herbs.
At the ntion of this, Wang Tianhe’s earlier silence vanished. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and he began enthusiastically introducing the items one by one.
As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of loose candies and stuffed them into Wang Jian’s hand. Then, with a look of both satisfaction and eager anticipation, he asked, "You loved this brand of milk candy when you were a kid. Look, I brought these all the way from Guangdong Province. Do they taste the sa as you rember?"
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