Chapter 32: I Disagree!

Su Xueyan heard that and just shook her head, feigning calm, laughed, "Nothing much, grandpa, it's just that the meeting ran a bit long."

"Oh, still need to take care of rest."

Old Master said little, just continued sipping tea.

Jiang Feng looked at Su Xueyan's forced smile, and instantly understood that Su Xueyan was hiding something.

But he knew Su Xueyan didn't want to speak and didn't pry.

Su Xueyan also feared they would dig deeper, so she deliberately shifted the topic.

"What were you just talking about?"

Su Lao said plainly, "I'm planning to set up a Medical Hall for Jiang Feng to pass the time; we were just discussing that."

"Really?"

Hearing that, Su Xueyan perked up, immediately flipped open the documents on the tea table.

"Hmm, these locations are decent; how about we go check them together tomorrow?"

After all, she's a female CEO; when business is mentioned, her spirit instantly brightens.

Jiang Feng, half at a loss, laughed and said, "Going to check the sites is fine, but you need to get some rest now; you're already getting dark circles."

Hearing that, Su Xueyan felt a warm feeling inside.

Suddenly noticing that grandpa's smiling face was fixed on the two of them, Su Xueyan's cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood and headed toward the stairwell.

"Got it! I'm going upstairs to shower and sleep. Grandpa, Jiang Feng, you both should rest early!"

After her footsteps faded on the second floor, Su Lao sighed, his eyes full of concern.

"Jiang Feng, you saw it too, right? That girl has been stubborn since she was little; ever since her parents passed, the company's burden fell on her, and no matter how big a hurdle she faces, she swallows it, always thinking she must shoulder it herself."

Jiang Feng set aside his earlier swagger, his tone solemn, "Old Master, rest assured, with me around, Xue Yan won't have to bear it alone anymore."

Su Lao nodded approvingly, "Good kid, hearing that puts me at ease. Xue Yan meeting you is her good fortune."

Early the next morning.

Jiang Feng stepped out of his room and saw Su Xueyan carrying a tray out of the kitchen.

"Awake? Come over and have breakfast."

Su Xueyan forced a smile, pushed a glass of milk toward him, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Jiang Feng, sorry, I promised to go with you to the Medical Hall, but the company just called, saying the partner backed out again; I have to rush over to supervise, can't accompany you."

Jiang Feng took a bite of his sandwich, waved his hand vaguely.

"Hey, it's no big deal! If you're busy you have to go; I'll handle the Medical Hall myself, I won't drop it. After I finish, I'll come back tonight and brief you."

Su Xueyan still felt a bit guilty, reached out and tapped his arm, "If you need anything, call me anytime."

"Got it, got it, hurry up and eat, don't be late."

Jiang Feng urged her, but secretly calculated in his mind.

After checking the Medical Hall, he'll swing by Su Xueyan's company to see what kind of partner is causing such trouble.

After breakfast, Su Xueyan grabbed her bag and left in a hurry; Jiang Feng also tidied up, pocketed the Medical Hall address given by Old Master, and hailed a carriage to rush toward the city center.

The Medical Hall was on a relatively quiet street.

At the entrance hung a black ebony plaque, engraved with three gilt characters for Jishi Hall, clearly aged.

Jiang Feng pushed the door open and stepped inside; a faint herbal scent greeted him, and the interior featured antique decor, looking quite comfortable.

Behind the counter sat an elderly man with graying hair, wearing a gray Tang Suit, wearing Presbyopic Glasses while sorting herbs.

Hearing the commotion, he looked up, saw Jiang Feng's youth, frowned slightly, and in a sharp tone asked, "Are you here to dispense medicine or to see patients? If dispensing, bring the Prescription; if seeing patients, wait. I'll finish arranging these herbs first."

Jiang Feng recognized the elderly man as the resident Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner Hua Jing.

Hua Jing is still well‑known in Jiangcheng, but now, being old, he's considering selling the shop.

Jiang Feng smiled and handed over a cigarette, "Old Master Hua, I'm Jiang Feng, here to discuss taking over this Jishi Hall."

Hua Jing took the cigarette, didn't light it, tucked it behind his ear, and examined Jiang Feng from head to toe several times.

His eyes full of doubt, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "You? Take over my Medical Hall?"

He pointed at Jiang Feng, showing no concealment of his displeasure.

"Are you even twenty yet? Your hair hasn't even fully grown; what do you know about inspection, listening, smelling, questioning, and pulse? I've run Jishi Hall for over thirty years; the locals trust me. If you take over, you'd smash my sign, wouldn't you? No, I won't agree!"

Jiang Feng didn't get angry, smiled faintly, "Old Master, don't speak so definitively. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it's skill, not age, that matters, right? You've run a Medical Hall for thirty years, impressive, but I'm young and not necessarily inferior."

"You youngster's tone is something…"

Hua Jing laughed at him, set down the herbs, stood and pointed at the wall of medicine cabinets.

"I ask you, what are these three boxes of medicine? What effects do they have? How are they combined? If you can answer, we can continue our talk!"

Jiang Feng glanced over and answered offhand.

"The first on the left is Angelica sinensis, which nourishes and moves blood, regulates menstruation and relieves pain; combined with Astragalus it replenishes Qi and blood. The middle one is Bupleurum… Old Master, these are all entry‑level, right?"

Jiang Feng spoke slowly, and with his medical skill, without even looking, just by smelling, he could tell how many kinds of herbs were present.

Hua Jing was stunned; he hadn't expected Jiang Feng to answer, but still put on a stubborn front.

"These are the basics; anyone can recite them. To actually treat illness, you can't just recite a few effects!"

"Ah, help!"

As he spoke, a sudden shout came from the doorway; a middle‑aged man in a blue jumpsuit clutched his waist and walked in.

His face turned pale, sweat covered his forehead, and his waist couldn't even straighten.

"Old Master Hua, you're here? Quickly… quickly look at me, I just strained my back moving boxes; it hurts like a knife, I can't even move."

Hua Jing hurriedly set down what he was holding, intending to help.

Jiang Feng stepped forward first, steadied the man's arm, and with a smile said, "Brother, sit down first, let me take a look?"

The middle‑aged man hesitated, glanced at Jiang Feng's youth, then turned to look at Hua Jing, uncertain.

"This… Old Master Hua, this young fellow…"

Hua Jing frowned, feeling indignant, and wanted to see whether Jiang Feng truly had True Skill, so he said to the middle‑aged man.

"Fine, let him try. If it doesn't work, I'll heal you again."

He turned and glared at Jiang Feng: "I'll tell you the unpleasant part first—if you can't heal him, don't even think about taking over my shop!"

Jiang Feng smiled, helped the middle‑aged man sit in the rattan chair, and reached out to press on his waist.

"Brother, does it hurt here? How about here? And here?"

The middle‑aged man nodded as his hand moved, grimacing in pain.

"It hurts! Right here! After a flash just now, it felt like a tendon was being pulled; any movement makes me sweat from the pain."

Hua Jing was also frowning at this moment; even with his medical Art, he felt it was a bit tricky.

Can this kid solve it?