Chapter 20: Old Injury

Seeing that Shao Haibo's condition was problematic, Tang Haoran was worried that he might say the wrong thing, so he reminded him again, "If you don't know what to say, just answer the questions the leader asks. If they don't ask, don't speak."

Shao Haibo quickly nodded, "I understand. I will definitely keep my mouth shut and only talk about the treatment."

The three of them walked into the living room, and Tang Haoran pointed to the sofa beside them, "You two sit down first. I'll go up and inform Director Feng."

The two of them sat down on the sofa. A lady in a uniform came out from inside, holding a tray and politely said, "Gentlemen, please have some tea."

"Thank you." Zeng Yi extended two fingers and lightly tapped the table a few times to express his gratitude.

Shao Haibo also tried to say "thank you" like Zeng Yi, but he was too nervous. When he reached out, he accidentally knocked over the teacup in front of him, his face turning pale, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay!" The lady picked up the teacup and quickly wiped the water off the table, then refilled it, "Please enjoy your tea!"

Shao Haibo's face turned red, "Thank you."

After a while, Tang Haoran came down and said, "You two come with me. Director Feng is waiting for you in the study."

The two of them stood up and followed Tang Haoran up the stairs. The door to the study was open, facing the stairs. Feng Yuqin could see the situation on the stairs from inside. Seeing Zeng Yi come up, she said, "Zeng Yi, come in quickly."

Zeng Yi chuckled, "Just from your voice, I can tell that Aunt Feng's condition is completely better. You must have been feeling very comfortable and happy these past two days."

Who wouldn't be happy to hear that they are in good health? Feng Yuqin immediately smiled, "After taking your medicine at the hospital, I was already better. I haven't had any relapses recently. I asked you to come today to check if I am fully recovered."

"In that case, I'll take your pulse, Aunt Feng!" Zeng Yi took a small stool from Tang Haoran, placed it in front of Feng Yuqin, and then sat down, carefully taking her pulse.

Tang Haoran stood to the side, marveling inwardly. This was Zeng Yi's first time in such a place, yet he didn't show any signs of nervousness or discomfort. When he was chosen as Secretary Fang's secretary, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep for three days and three nights. What was even more incredible was that the usually stern Director Feng always had a gentle expression whenever she spoke to Zeng Yi.

After Zeng Yi finished taking the pulse and saw that Shao Haibo was still standing there, he said, "Brother, you don't have to stand. Come over and take Aunt Feng's blood pressure. Combining Western and Eastern medicine is more reliable."

Shao Haibo said "ah" and felt a warm feeling in his heart, but also a bit ashamed. As the senior, he hadn't been able to help his junior, and instead, his junior was always taking care of him.

Realizing this, he quickly opened his case and took out the equipment he had prepared. When he was at the hospital, he had also treated Feng Yuqin, but it was with many other experts, so he didn't feel nervous. Now, treating Feng Yuqin alone in the Provincial Party Committee's No. 1 Building, he couldn't open the blood pressure monitor box for a long time.

Seeing his situation, Feng Yuqin waved her hand, "I have my blood pressure checked every day, so you don't need to do it today. I heard Zeng Yi call you brother. I'm curious, why is one of you a Western doctor and the other a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor? Can you explain that to me?"

"Sure, sure!" Shao Haibo said several times, then recounted his story of studying medicine.

Feng Yuqin found it very interesting and asked many questions.

Shao Haibo answered one by one, gradually becoming less nervous.

"So that's how it is!" After hearing the whole story, Feng Yuqin rarely praised someone, "Both of you are very good. One has feelings, and the other has righteousness." She then looked at Zeng Yi, "I heard from Xiao Tang that in the consultation room, you said there was something under Director Li's right hand. What was it that made him immediately believe you could cure my illness?"

Zeng Yi quickly shook his head, "Aunt Feng, can I not say? If it weren't for Brother being disciplined for me that day, I wouldn't have said it. I really can't say."

"What can't you say?"

At that moment, a voice came from outside the door. Everyone turned to see that Fang Nanguo had returned. They quickly stood up, "Secretary Fang, hello!"

"There's no need to be so formal at home," Fang Nanguo walked into the room with his hands behind his back and looked at Feng Yuqin, "How is your condition? Are you fully recovered?"

Zeng Yi answered, "I just took her pulse. She is completely recovered."

Feng Yuqin smiled and stood up from her chair, "Old Fang, I was just asking Zeng Yi what was under Director Li's right hand that day at the hospital."

Fang Nanguo frowned, "You women always like to ponder trivial questions."

Feng Yuqin didn't mind, "Old Fang is back, let's have dinner! I've invited Zeng Yi and Doctor Shao to stay for dinner to thank them for curing my illness."

"That's too much trouble. It's just part of our duty," Zeng Yi politely declined, but he knew that Feng Yuqin's words were enough. If he really stayed for dinner, he might still feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Alright, we should thank them!" Fang Nanguo nodded and pointed at Tang Haoran, "Xiao Tang, you stay too. You've been working hard these days."

"Not at all, it's my duty, my duty," Tang Haoran, though not the first time being invited to dinner, still showed great excitement.

The dinner was as Zeng Yi had expected, very formal. No one dared to start eating until Fang Nanguo did, and no one dared to start a conversation until he spoke. The table was very quiet except for the sound of chewing.

After dinner, someone brought tea and desserts, and Feng Yuqin invited everyone to sit in the living room to enjoy them. Fang Nanguo also sat down, holding a teacup in one hand and preparing to pick up a newspaper with the other.

Seeing the cold atmosphere and no one speaking, Feng Yuqin said, "Old Fang, since Zeng Yi is here today, why don't you let him take your pulse and see if he can say something?"

"Nonsense!" Fang Nanguo's thick eyebrows rose, and he instantly looked stern, "I'm not sick, why should I take a pulse?"

"I read a book on Traditional Chinese Medicine today. It says the highest realm of TCM is 'treating before the disease.' Let Zeng Yi take your pulse to understand your health condition. I don't see any harm in that," Feng Yuqin added water to Fang Nanguo's teacup, "Zeng Yi is now an expert in the expert group. This is part of his job, and you should support him!"

Fang Nanguo had no choice but to put down the newspaper, "Alright, then let Xiao Zeng take my pulse."

Zeng Yi stood up, sat opposite Fang Nanguo, and extended three fingers, "Aunt Feng is right. Understanding your health condition is definitely beneficial."

Fang Nanguo didn't say anything. He extended one arm, allowing Zeng Yi to start taking his pulse.

After two minutes, Zeng Yi finished and said, "Secretary Fang, your body is very healthy and full of vitality. However, you have an old injury that can be quite painful when it flares up. This injury is quite old, about thirty years."