Chapter 47 of 100

Chapter 47

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But he really didn’t feel that he had any strange habits; his hobbies were perfectly normal.

"People who deal in antiques mostly pretend to be refined, liking flowers and birds," Yang Kang thought for a moment before saying, "If Mr. Tang wants to give a gift upon meeting, it would be better to find a couple of fine flowers. The cost wouldn’t be too high, and others wouldn’t feel pressured to accept them."

"Brilliant!" Tang Chen clapped his hands and laughed, "This is a good idea."

"Mr. Tang, you said—when you invited me into the car today, did you mistake me for someone else?" Yang Kang asked with a smile, very curious, "Who did you mistake me for?"

"Mr. Yang, don’t ask about this," Tang Chen shook his head.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say, Yang Kang naturally wouldn’t ask again.

Tang Chen looked at him, gestured, and then asked, "I was just about to ask you, in this hot weather, why are you out running around, did you have a quarrel with your family?"

"Mr. Tang, don’t ask about this," Yang Kang shook his head. Tang Chen was unwilling to tell him who he had mistaken him for, and similarly, this question involved his privacy, so he didn’t want to answer it either.

In the morning, when Huang Tang dropped him off at the door of Peach Garden Villa 203, he was prepared not to go in. However, Huang Tang was very enthusiastic, and so were Aunt Song and the beautiful Yin Ying.

If that house wasn’t originally his, and if Yin Ying’s sister wasn’t his first love, as Huang Tang said, it would be a good job.

But the house was originally his, and the study where he gave lectures this morning was originally his study. Across from the study was his original bedroom.

Now the house had changed hands, and he was just a stranger hired to give lectures...

Sitting in a study that once belonged to him as a part-time job was already uncomfortable, but when he discovered that Yin Ying’s sister was his first love from university, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Yin Qing’s metaphor was very apt.

He was just as useless as Xu Qingjun, the son of the King of Zhongshan, who had become a beggar, taking the punishment and beatings for others, and the place where he was beaten was the hall of his former home...

When Yin Qing said those words, he truly felt that he was the Xu Qingjun who had been stripped of his clothes, humiliated, and beaten with sticks.

Rats have teeth, but men have no end; if men have no end, why not die? This is from the "Book of Songs: Odes of Wei: The Rat."

But was it his fault? In any business, there are ups and downs. He had no money, he sold his house, he worked hard to find a job, and tutored people... He earned his living through his own labor, he didn’t steal or rob... How was he being shameless?

"Mr. Yang... Mr. Yang... Ah Kang!" Tang Chen called him twice, and seeing that he was ignoring him, he became a bit anxious.

"Huh?" Yang Kang was startled and immediately came to his senses.

"Your complexion is not good," Tang Chen said, "You should stay at my place for the night. Wait for the doctor to come tomorrow, get some medicine, and then leave."

Seeing that he was being invited to stay again, Yang Kang nodded, "I’m just troubling you too much!"

"It’s no trouble at all. I also look forward to having someone to talk to, sigh..." Mentioning this, Tang Chen sighed lightly.

Tang Chen chatted with him about current news events, but both seemed to have an unspoken agreement to avoid mentioning their family backgrounds. Around 9 PM, Tang Chen instructed Bao Qin to send him back to his room and specifically told him to ask Bao Qin for anything he needed, just as if he were at home, without being too formal.

Yang Kang expressed his gratitude to Tang Chen.

Around 10 AM the next morning, an old man with a goatee, about sixty years old, accompanied by a young man in a white coat, about thirty years old, carrying a medicine box, arrived. It was the same little girl, Bao Qin, who led them to Yang Kang’s room, accompanied by Tang Chen.

Tang Chen introduced the old man as Gong Sunzhi, a very famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and the young man as Tian Shan, Gong Sunzhi’s apprentice. Yang Kang hurriedly greeted them.

"Your son’s complexion is much better today," Gong Sunzhi smiled at Tang Chen.

"Huh?" Yang Kang was stunned. The last time Shao Wenmo took him out to buy work clothes, he was mistaken once, and now this old doctor was also mistaken.

"I must thank Mr. Gong Sun," Tang Chen didn’t deny it, just said vaguely, "Could Mr. Gong Sun please take his pulse again?"

"Of course," Gong Sunzhi hurriedly said.

He then asked Yang Kang to sit on the sofa, took out a small pillow from his medicine box, and placed it under his wrist. He extended his long fingers and felt his pulse for a while, then asked Yang Kang to switch to the other hand.

"There’s nothing serious, just some anger and frustration. Rest for a while, and you’ll be fine," Gong Sunzhi said, taking out five packets of Chinese medicine from his medicine box and handing them to him, "Boil one packet twice a day, morning and evening. This is a five-day supply, and you’ll be fine after that. Take care of yourself, young man. Don’t rely on your strong body and neglect your health. Eat three meals on time to avoid damaging your stomach, or you’ll regret it later."

"Yes, thank you, sir," Yang Kang replied, "Can I not take this Chinese medicine?" He wasn’t sick, why should he take Chinese medicine?

"No way!" Gong Sunzhi shook his head, "You must take this medicine. Don’t worry, it’s not bitter or smelly. It has a strong fragrance and a slight sweetness. There’s no special requirement for boiling the medicine. Just add enough water to cover the herbs, boil it, and then simmer for two to three minutes. It’s not troublesome."

"Alright!" Yang Kang obediently agreed.

"After you finish this medicine, I’ll bring you some pills. Take them for a while, and you’ll be fine," Gong Sunzhi said with a smile.

"More pills?" Yang Kang was a bit stunned. If he let this old man continue, would he turn him into a medicine pot? He wasn’t sick at all. He even began to doubt whether this old man was a real doctor or a charlatan.

"Tian Shan, give him another injection according to yesterday’s prescription," Gong Sunzhi said, "Mr. Tang, let’s talk outside?"

When Gong Sunzhi said this, his apprentice Tian Shan clearly hesitated, and Yang Kang also hesitated. Why did this old man want to talk to Tang Chen outside?

Could it be that he had an incurable disease that he couldn’t be told? In TV dramas, when doctors finish their diagnosis and ask the family to talk outside, it’s usually not good news.

After Gong Sunzhi and Tang Chen left, Tian Shan took out a disposable syringe and medicine from the medicine box.

"I’m not sick, why do I need an injection?" Yang Kang frowned, looking at the disposable syringe in Tian Shan’s hand.

"I also think you’re not sick and don’t need an injection," Tian Shan sneered, "Especially not such expensive medicine."

"Is this medicine expensive?" Yang Kang was stunned.

"Very expensive!" Tian Shan said, pointing to the sofa, "Cooperate, don’t move around."

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