"I have been treated intermittently, but the effect is not obvious. I have taken both Chinese medicine and Western medicine."
"Auntie, do you often feel a little cold in your stomach?"
"Yes, you are so accurate!"
"Auntie, there are two treatment methods. One is to insist on taking medicine, and the other is acupuncture."
"I don't like taking medicine very much. I'm tired of taking them. Why don't I give acupuncture a try."
The middle-aged woman chose the simplest and most direct way.
Qin Fan sent her to the acupuncture department and used methods to replenish the spleen and stomach, liver and kidneys, and vitality.
Use a filiform needle to select acupoints such as Zhongwan, Neiguan, Zusanli, Qihai, Guanyuan, Sanyinjiao, and Tianshu.
Acupuncture is performed every fifteen minutes and the needle is left in place for 45 minutes.
During the entire acupuncture process, Jiang Tianrui couldn't take his eyes away. There was excitement, approval, and relief in his eyes, and he couldn't stop nodding.
Zhou Yulan on the side was very strange. She didn't know why Jiang Tianrui had such an expression.
After removing the needle from a middle-aged woman.
She pressed her stomach and felt it carefully, and was extremely pleasantly surprised.
"It's really effective. There's no cold feeling here and my stomach feels so comfortable."
"Mr. Qin, you are worthy of your reputation. I did not run away in vain."
"Haha, aunt, if you want a radical cure, you still need to insist on acupuncture twice, and pay more attention to your diet."
"Okay, then I'll stay at my relatives' house and come back tomorrow to save myself the hassle of traveling back and forth."
The middle-aged woman happily checked out and left.
After a while, the patients left one after another.
Only then did Qin Fan come to greet Jiang Tianrui.
"Mr. Jiang, I've kept you waiting for a long time. Come to my office and talk."
"Okay! Miss Yulan, you come too."
Jiang Tianrui was a little excited and asked Zhou Yulan to come with him.
Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, the young couple came to the office together.
Qin Fan made tea for Jiang Tianrui again.
"Mr. Jiang, are Aunt Fang Hui and the others okay? What do you want from me?"
Jiang Tianrui looked excited since he entered the office, and his eyes fell on Qin Fan.
My eyes are moist and I am swallowing harder.
"Fan'er, I...my child, I finally found you after so many years."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Fan and Zhou Yulan were completely petrified and confused.
Especially Zhou Yulan, recalling Jiang Tianrui's initial inquiry, now took a closer look at the two of them.
Qin Fan really looks a bit like Jiang Tianrui.
"Haha, Mr. Jiang, did you admit the wrong person?" Qin Fan said with a smile.
Because Fang Hui also had misunderstandings.
"My child, you were living a peaceful and happy life. We shouldn't have come to disrupt your life."
"However, you should know the truth, and I will not admit my mistake."
"Don't reject me first, please let me finish."
Jiang Tianrui wiped away his old tears and calmed down his excitement.
Qin Fan also noticed a lot of weirdness in it, why did Fang Hui, Jiang Tianrui, and Mr. Li all say that they looked like a certain person.
He quietly waited for Jiang Tianrui's narration.
"My generation is the 128th generation descendant of our ancestor Bian Que. Logically speaking, you are the 129th generation."
"Everything happened when you were three years old and we went back to our hometown to visit relatives."
"Little Butterfly and I will take you back to Anzhong Town in Lanling..."
When Qin Fan heard this, he recalled that Mr. Li had called him Xiao Ruirui and also mentioned Xiaodie.
And Jiang Tianrui may be the little Ruirui Mr. Li calls him.
His heart felt inexplicably heavy, as if a huge whirlpool was rolling towards him.
Jiang Tianrui continued to recall with a hint of sadness.
"Our family encountered robbers before we even arrived in Lanling County."
"The shadow warriors who protected us fought hard but failed to stop the opponent's attack."
"Your mother is also a member of the Shadows, and her kung fu is not weak, but..."
"What?! Does she have a blue dragon tattoo on her left shoulder?"
Qin Fan stood up in shock and interrupted Jiang Tianrui's narration.
Jiang Tianrui nodded excitedly.
Qin Fan's head was buzzing, and he murmured: "So the tattoo I saw in my dream was hers."
Zhou Yulan also guessed a bit and quickly comforted Qin Fan who was a little excited.
"Qin Fan, let's listen to Mr. Jiang first."
Jiang Tianrui looked at Qin Fan with some worry, and then continued his narrative.
"At the moment of crisis, Little Butterfly and I both realized that the other party's goal was you and the medical book Nei Jing."
"For the sake of my safety, the little butterfly held you to lure away the enemy and headed towards Lanling."
"Under the desperate efforts of the warriors, I was seriously injured and fell into a coma."
"When I wake up and go back to Lanling to look for you, there will be no news from you mother and son."
"I hate myself so much. Without all my skills, I couldn't save the little butterfly and you."
"Little Butterfly suffered a lot of grievances when she married me. I managed to live a good life because of you, but I encountered catastrophe again."
As Jiang Tianrui narrated, he couldn't help bursting into tears, and even started to cry loudly.
It took him a long time to calm down his grief.
"Son, that Nei Jing is different from the ordinary Nei Jing."
"According to legend from generation to generation, only the blood of the Jiang family can activate a needle to determine yin and yang and obtain the Bian Que magic needle."
"If my guess is correct, you will get all of these and develop the Sky Eye."
Qin Fan didn't say a word, just silent. The sudden mystery of his life experience was difficult for him to accept.
He only remembered that since he became sensible, his mother gave him medical books and asked him to keep them well, and said that he was a descendant of Bian Que.
It wasn't until the third year of high school that the largest earthquake in history occurred in Lanling.
He became an orphan overnight.
"Mr. Jiang, is the little butterfly you are talking about Fang Jie?"
Zhou Yulan asked again.
"Well, the little butterfly is Fang Jie, because she has a cheerful personality and outstanding kung fu, just like a butterfly."
"My nickname is Xiao Ruirui. We met in Beijing."
Zhou Yulan was also in a state of panic because she knew that Mr. Li had begun to misunderstand Qin Fan.
Now it seems that Jiang Tianrui is really Qin Fan's biological father.
"Jiang...Uncle Jiang, I want to know why those robbers targeted...that child and the medical book."
Qin Fan raised his head, his eyes were a little red, he changed his name to Uncle Jiang, and actually recognized Jiang Tianrui's identity.
It's just that he still needs to seek verification and clarify many issues.
Jiang Tianrui was also overjoyed, which meant that their father and son were getting closer to each other.
"Son, there is a Bian Que Hall in Beijing. Few people know about it, but it is the temple of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Only direct descendants of the Jiang family can be the master of Bian Que Hall. In my generation, only I can be the master of Bian Que Hall."
"Even my sister Jiang Shiwen is not qualified to be the head of Bian Que Hall because she married outside."
"You are the only direct descendant who has the qualifications to enter Bian Que Hall. All forces, including foreign forces, have always coveted the essence of traditional Chinese medicine."
"And you and the medical book are both indispensable."
Qin Fan knew this.
Neighboring countries are so shameless that they even claim to have invented Chinese kimchi and chopsticks.
What’s more, traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years.
"Son, I know it's hard for you to accept this fact. You need time."
"After I heard Fang Hui describe you, I couldn't help but come to Linhai to see you and know that you live a good life."
"I...I'm satisfied too."
"Kid, remember this, it is your mission and your responsibility to protect the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine."
Jiang Tianrui wiped his tears, stood up, opened the door, and left quickly.
Qin Fan was still immersed in chaos, and his sudden life experience was like a bolt from the blue.
"Jiang...Uncle Jiang, wait a minute."
Zhou Yulan quickly chased her out of the hospital.
"Yulan, take good care of him. His mother should be very happy to see you happy."
"Uncle Jiang, where are you going? Or you can stay in the hospital."
"Thank you, Yulan. Bianquetang still needs me. Fan'er's grandfather is old and cannot do without someone to take care of him."
"The old man doesn't know about this for the time being. I will go to Haizhou first, where there is an elder."
"Yulan, you are a good boy, I leave Fan'er to you."
Zhou Yulan looked at Jiang Tianrui with inexplicable sympathy in her heart.
She reached out and naturally helped Jiang Tianrui take a leaf from her shoulder.
"Well, don't worry, I will take good care of him."
Jiang Tianrui was so pleased that he left a business card and disappeared into the sea of people.
Zhou Yulan spread her hands and held a strand of hair between her fingers.
When she took away the leaves just now, she was actually taking away the fallen hair from Jiang Tianrui's shoulders.
She returned to the hospital, found a glass bottle, and packed it carefully.