Chapter 8

"Young man, it's best not to speak too confidently." Wei Gongxun's brows furrowed slightly, clearly very dissatisfied.

"Alright, since my brother-in-law has spoken, let's have this Dr. He stay and take a look as well. I'm sure it will be a valuable learning opportunity for him."

Seeing his brother-in-law unhappy, Zheng Shifan did not insist and quickly smoothed things over.

Lin Yu shook his head with a bitter smile. He had only heard of Jishi Hall's benevolence and skill, but never of its arrogance. Today, he had a taste of it.

After a moment, Zheng Jiacheng came out from the inner room. He was wearing a white silk Tang suit, walking steadily, with a youthful appearance and full of energy, not looking like someone who was ill at all.

"Xiaoxun, you're here too. Sit, sit quickly."

Zheng Jiacheng was very amiable, but the air of a long-time leader naturally emanated from him.

"Who is the grandson of Jishi Hall's Old Master Song?"

After everyone sat down, Zheng Jiacheng glanced at Lin Yu and Song Zheng, continuously rubbing two dark red walnuts in his hands.

"Old Master Zheng, I am Song Zheng from Jishi Hall. My grandfather sent me to treat you and instructed me before I left that although you are paying a million for the consultation, we will give you a 20% discount at Jishi Hall."

Song Zheng smiled, his expression filled with pride. Two million, just given away like that, Jishi Hall was indeed generous.

"Good, indeed, heroes emerge from the young. Since Old Master Song has entrusted you, you must have exceptional skills. Rest assured, as long as you cure my illness, I won't be short on money."

Zheng Jiacheng said loudly, this small amount of money was nothing to him.

"Father, I also invited a doctor for you, a young prodigy with equally remarkable medical skills." Wei Gongxun quickly recommended Lin Yu.

"Good, the young are the future. I'll trouble both of you young friends then." Zheng Jiacheng smiled and instructed the butler to serve tea.

"Old Master Zheng, aren't we starting the diagnosis now?" Song Zheng, seeing that Zheng Jiacheng had no intention of being treated, couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Hehe, if we start now, we probably won't see anything." Zheng Jiacheng smiled helplessly, "I've seen doctors before, and after examinations, all indicators were normal, with no signs of illness. Only when I have a headache can the symptoms be seen."

"Oh? That's strange?" Song Zheng was puzzled, then walked to Zheng Jiacheng's side and asked if he could take his pulse.

Zheng Jiacheng did not refuse, extending his wrist for Song Zheng to try. Song Zheng's expression changed; indeed, there was no problem with the pulse, and it even showed that Zheng Jiacheng was in excellent health.

"Brother Song, don't worry. Wait an hour, and Old Master Zheng's illness should flare up." Lin Yu glanced at the wall clock and said.

"Oh? Young friend, how do you know I'll have an attack in an hour?" Zheng Jiacheng's expression changed slightly.

"Mr. Wei told me you have migraines. It's almost noon, and as the temperature rises, the false fire ascends, causing the blood and qi to rush to the head, easily triggering a migraine." Lin Yu explained with a smile, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the pair of walnuts in Zheng Jiacheng's hand.

Zheng Jiacheng nodded approvingly at Lin Yu, while Song Zheng huffed, clearly displeased.

As Lin Yu had predicted, as noon approached, Zheng Jiacheng, who had been chatting freely, suddenly changed his expression, his face contorting in pain, his hands clutching his head, and large beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"Old Master Zheng, hold on, I'll treat you with acupuncture." Song Zheng felt Zheng Jiacheng's pulse, then took out a needle bag from his medical kit, removed several silver needles, and first targeted the Qinglengyuan and Tianjing points on Zheng Jiacheng's elbow, followed by several points on his head and shoulders.

"Soul-Relieving Needles?" Lin Yu was slightly surprised. No wonder Song Zheng was so arrogant; he indeed had real skills.

Hearing Lin Yu call out his technique, Song Zheng was somewhat surprised and said arrogantly, "Not bad, you have some knowledge."

After Song Zheng finished his set of acupuncture, Zheng Jiacheng's pain visibly eased.

"Haha, Jishi Hall lives up to its reputation!"

Seeing his father's pain lessen, Zheng Shifan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just a small effort." Song Zheng smiled calmly.

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jiacheng, who had been easing, suddenly stiffened, his hands clutching his head again, and he let out a painful groan, even more severe than before.

Everyone's faces changed instantly, and Song Zheng was also taken aback, muttering to himself, "This can't be!"

He quickly felt Zheng Jiacheng's pulse, his face turning pale. The pulse was erratic, sometimes present, sometimes absent, very strange.

"Brother Song, what are you waiting for? Think of a solution quickly." Zheng Shifan urged.

Song Zheng was now in a panic, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the situation was critical, Lin Yu darted forward, quickly removing the silver needles from Zheng Jiacheng's body, then took six silver needles and inserted them into six points on his neck and shoulders.

"Question of Life Needles?"

Song Zheng's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Indeed, you have some knowledge." Lin Yu calmly returned Song Zheng's words.

As Lin Yu inserted the needles, Zheng Jiacheng instantly relaxed, the pain in his head suddenly disappearing, and his complexion gradually turning rosy.

"Father, how do you feel now?" Wei Gongxun's face lit up with joy, not expecting He Jiarong to be such a skilled person.

"Much better."

Zheng Jiacheng managed a weak smile, his breathing gradually stabilizing, and the butler hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face.

Zheng Shifan didn't rush to celebrate, fearing a recurrence. But after waiting a while, his father showed no signs of any issues.

He finally relaxed and asked Lin Yu, "Young friend, has my father's illness been stopped or cured?"

"Stopped."

"Is there a way to cure it?"

Song Zheng's face alternated between green and white, clearly having lost Zheng Shifan's trust. However, he had made a mistake and now had no say.

"There is, and it's very simple." Lin Yu smiled and then focused on the walnuts in Zheng Jiacheng's hand. "The main problem lies with this pair of walnuts."

"The problem is with the walnuts?" Everyone looked at each other, puzzled.

"Old Master Zheng, may I see this pair of walnuts?"

Lin Yu took the walnuts, examined them carefully, and saw that they emitted a greenish glow, clearly very valuable. However, in the seam of one walnut, there was a heavy black aura, similar to what he had seen on the little girl.

"If I'm not mistaken, this pair of walnuts should be the Qilin-pattern Lion Heads, and they are quite old, dating back to the Qing Qianlong period." Lin Yu said.

"Indeed, young friend, you have a keen eye!" Zheng Jiacheng's face brightened, pleasantly surprised. Few people could see through the origin of his Lion Heads at a glance.

"However extraordinary they may be, they are just walnuts. How are they related to my father's headaches, Brother He? Are you joking?" Wei Gongxun was puzzled.

Lin Yu didn't rush to answer, turning to Zheng Jiacheng and asking, "Old Master Zheng, where did you get this pair of walnuts, and how long have you had them?"

"I bought them from an antique market and have carried them with me for about half a year." Zheng Jiacheng recalled.

"Think about it, how long have you had this migraine?" Lin Yu smiled.

Zheng Jiacheng frowned and thought carefully, then his expression changed, looking at the walnuts in Lin Yu's hand and exclaiming, "It seems I started having this problem after I bought these walnuts!"

Zheng Jiacheng had never believed in ghosts or spirits and thought it was a result of years of hard work.

"To be honest, these walnuts were obtained from a dead person, so they carry some negative energy. Since you've carried them with you, they have affected your fortune. I'm sure your business hasn't been going well over the past half year, right?" Lin Yu said.

"Indeed, I invested in two projects over the past half year, both of which suffered significant losses. I thought it was because I was getting old and becoming forgetful, and I was planning to hand over the company to Shifan." Zheng Jiacheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Brother He, what you're saying about negative energy sounds like superstition..." Wei Gongxun frowned, as people in his profession didn't believe in such things.

"Many things are not just superstition. Some are rules derived from the natural laws and the workings of the universe, which have a high degree of credibility. Otherwise, how could the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams have been passed down to this day?" Lin Yu explained patiently.

Wei Gongxun was speechless, as Lin Yu's words made sense. Many universities now offer courses on the I Ching.

"Young friend, if I smash and throw away these walnuts, will my father's illness be cured?" Zheng Shifan asked anxiously.

"Such valuable antiques, it would be a pity to smash them." Lin Yu smiled. "I have a way to cure Old Master Zheng's illness and allow him to keep the walnuts."

"Then I'll trouble you, young friend." Zheng Jiacheng's voice was filled with excitement. He truly loved these walnuts and would be heartbroken if they were destroyed.

"Old Master Zheng, do you have a cinnabar pen?"

"Yes, yes." Zheng Jiacheng quickly instructed the butler to fetch one from the study.

After the cinnabar pen was brought, Lin Yu recited the Qingming Spell, blew on the tip of the pen, and lightly touched the bottom of each walnut. The heavy black aura instantly dissipated, and the walnuts emitted a clearer, greener aura.

Lin Yu handed the walnuts back to Zheng Jiacheng, who felt a cool sensation from the walnuts, which spread through his body, opening his meridians, and making him feel incredibly clear-minded.

Song Zheng's face was dark, clearly不服气, thinking Lin Yu was just putting on a show, but he couldn't deny that Lin Yu had indeed cured Zheng Jiacheng.

"Young friend, will my father's illness really not recur?" Zheng Shifan was still not entirely convinced.

"Really, if there are any issues in the future, Brother Wei can come and find me anytime. He knows where I live." Lin Yu joked.

"Brother He is joking, our whole family is grateful to you." Wei Gongxun laughed and gave Zheng Shifan a meaningful look.

Zheng Shifan immediately understood and quickly said, "Brother He, please give me your bank account number. I'll have someone transfer you five million first, and if my father's condition doesn't recur in a few days, I'll transfer the remaining five million."

"Shifan! How can you say that? Transfer the full ten million to the young friend at once." Zheng Jiacheng was somewhat displeased.

"Alright, I'll do it as you say, ten million, all at once."

"Ten million?" Lin Yu touched his nose and smiled. "Can I set the consultation fee?"

Everyone's faces changed slightly. Ten million wasn't enough? Was he asking for an exorbitant price?

"Alright, let the young friend set the price. Whatever you say, it will be." Zheng Jiacheng was generous, as the young man had saved his life, and asking for more was understandable.