Chapter 27

Zhao Zhiqiang was slightly stunned, almost falling off the sofa.

"Mr. Lin, what are you up to?"

Another "Little Master," but this time the tone was very different.

Li Yuan, who had been in the political arena for a long time, could tell that this was not the usual "Little Master." The respect in his voice was genuine!

Li Yuan almost couldn't believe his ears.

Who was Lin Shoushan?

Ordinary people might not understand, but as the Party Secretary of a prefecture-level city, Li Yuan knew very well.

The elderly Mr. Lin Shoushan was not only a master of medicine with high medical ethics, who had benefited countless people and saved many lives, but also the lifetime honorary president of the Chinese Medical Association and the Chinese Traditional Medicine Association, a lifetime physician of the Special Health Care Committee, and a "National Medical Master" who provided health care to top leaders. He was a towering figure in the medical community and a democratic person who had been active in the united front for decades.

Apart from his contributions to the revolutionary cause during the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War, at the beginning of the reform and opening-up, he supported the reforms by bringing the Lin family, who had fled overseas, back to invest. The largest pharmaceutical company in Northeast China, an important tax-paying unit in Bincheng, and one of the three major shipping and logistics companies, the Binhai Group, were all closely related to his significant contributions.

This time, his father, who had known each other since the revolutionary war era and had a life-saving friendship, had not seen each other for a long time. Due to his father's severe headache, he had to trouble Mr. Lin to come.

Li Yuan respected Mr. Lin as if he were his own elder.

After being stunned for two seconds, Li Yuan quickly stood up.

He came to "Little Master" and, holding Mr. Lin, didn't know what to say.

Li Yuan's son, Li Shangbo, who had just graduated and was assigned to work in the Organization Department of Chengnan District, didn't feel anything unusual.

It was interesting and rare. He also admired Mr. Lin.

Seeing Mr. Lin standing like a primary school student in front of the young man, who was even younger than himself and dressed in rather shabby clothes, and hearing the old man's words, he barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing.

He came to Zhao Zhiqiang's side with great seriousness.

"Little Master, shall I massage your legs?"

Li Shangbo raised his hand, indicating, and looked curiously at the young man who seemed unperturbed and treated them like air.

What does this guy do?

A traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?

Mr. Lin's disciple?

"Little Master, thank you." Li Yuan also sincerely thanked him.

Because he had heard and seen with his own eyes that his father was sleeping soundly. Normally, the slightest noise would have woken him up, but now the old man was even drooling.

Only then did Zhao Zhiqiang realize that Mr. Lin was calling him!

He quickly sat up.

So much sweat!

Mr. Lin, Li Yuan, and his son all saw it.

"Shangbo, go get a towel to wipe the sweat off Little Master."

No matter what, the old man was sleeping well, and Li Yuan was genuinely grateful to this young man. "Thank you, Little Master. Your treatment is so effective. My father hasn't slept this well in nearly thirty years."

"It's nothing, nothing." Zhao Zhiqiang was also embarrassed, having used the old man's head as a test field.

Then he quickly stood up, waving his hands, "Mr. Lin, you're going to kill me. I'm not a master, just a bit of massage technique, and even the acupoints I learned from you..."

But Mr. Lin didn't want to miss this perhaps once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the art of qi induction.

"Where? This, this—Little Master, I am seventy-nine, much older than you. If you don't mind, I, Lin Shoushan, want to be your disciple. I wish to serve you for life and learn just a bit of the essence of the universe and the truth of qi induction."

Ah!

Li Yuan and his son looked at each other, shocked!

Zhao Zhiqiang opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Qi induction?

He knew about it too!

This shock made him tense for a moment.

Mr. Lin didn't care about the two ordinary people who didn't understand medical principles or cultivation. To him, this was a rare opportunity. Seeing such a high-level expert who could induce qi again, he was willing to kneel and become a disciple, even if it meant losing face.

He didn't dare to aspire to the great path and eternal life like his master did in the past, nor would he beg like he did when he met the old Taoist.

He just wanted to learn a bit of qi induction to use in acupuncture, to experience the magic of traditional Chinese medicine after inducing qi.

"I am serious. Please don't reject me. Take me as your disciple."

Zhao Zhiqiang looked at the serious Mr. Lin and wondered if this old man who knew about qi induction might be a high-level expert.

"Mr. Lin, you're joking! Did you forget? Before Mr. Li went to sleep, you said you wanted to take me as your last disciple. How did it get reversed?"

Mr. Li was stunned...

Li Yuan and his son finally came to their senses.

Taking him as a last disciple was a big deal!

Perhaps, it seemed—could the old man be getting senile and confused?

It made sense; it was impossible for an old man to want to be a disciple of a young man. He must have gotten confused.

"Uncle Lin, why don't you go rest in the room upstairs?"

Li Yuan thought, if he became a disciple of that young man, he would have a new great-grandmaster!

Thinking about it was bizarre. Old people were indeed like old children.

"Grandpa Lin, don't worry, we'll take good care of Little Master."

Li Shangbo obediently supported the other side of Mr. Lin, showing filial piety like a grandson.

Mr. Lin repeatedly shook off Li Yuan and Li Shangbo's support!

"I'm not senile! Don't interfere!"

Then he thought it wasn't right.

This was a place for recuperation. He turned around, bowed, and said earnestly, "Little Master, let's go somewhere quieter, away from these ordinary people. Will you take me as your disciple then?"

His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Please, Mr. Lin, I just learned some massage techniques in the military, and I'm an amateur. If you want to criticize me, go ahead!"

Qi induction? I won't admit it!

Li Yuan was in a panic, clearly having been rude to this "Little Master" and Mr. Lin.

"Uncle Lin, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong. Please don't hold a grudge. You don't need to go anywhere. Stay here with Little Master."

He realized he was in the way.

"Son, let's go out and prepare some snacks for Little Master and Grandpa Lin. Little Master must be tired from sweating so much."

After saying that, he pulled his son, gave Zhao Zhiqiang a deep look, and left the main living room.

"Dad, do you think Grandpa Lin is suddenly confused?"

"Maybe, when people get old, they do things others can't understand. Who is that young man?"

"I don't know either. I just heard that the two old men were waiting for someone named Zhao Zhiqiang. It must be him."

"Zhao Zhiqiang? Is he a doctor?"

"I don't know. I'll find out." Li Shangbo was also curious about the young man's identity.

...

"Mr. Lin, you said you met an old Taoist who could move like a swallow—also skilled in qi induction?"

Zhao Zhiqiang was deep in thought.

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Lin laughed heartily!

"You still won't admit it. I got it out of you! Little Zhao, you really know qi induction, don't you?"

Now it was Zhao Zhiqiang's turn to look like a bitter melon...

The two of them were in a stalemate for half an hour after Li Yuan and his son left.

Zhao Zhiqiang's spiritual energy was almost depleted, and the copper coin automatically refined itself to replenish his energy, slowly restoring the lost spiritual energy.

Although he had gained eight times the mental energy from the coins he had thrown, his spiritual energy was insufficient, and the blood replenishment was slow. His face was as pale as paper, and Mr. Lin was both anxious and heartbroken.

He wrote a blood-replenishing prescription and gave it to Li Shangbo, along with the prescription for Zhao Zhiqiang's mother, to get the medicine from the hospital, fifty doses of each, and gave some instructions. The two of them then chatted about medicine.

After all, old ginger is still the spiciest. After a few words, and with Zhao Zhiqiang not guarding against this lovable old man, Mr. Lin's story about the old Taoist he met in the past led to this topic.

Zhao Zhiqiang "confessed" voluntarily!

Seeing the old man's smug look, Zhao Zhiqiang really wanted to laugh but was afraid of waking up the sleeping Mr. Li.

But a glance around...

He noticed that the tall, white-haired old man was staring at him and Mr. Lin with big, round eyes, like a cat that had just woken up.