Chapter 1000: line with translation of chapter title

Arriving at Wu Lao's office, Zheng Ren didn't even enter the room, standing at the doorway he did a jiu gong to Wu Lao and said, "Wu Lao, I'm going for Shou Bing."

"Fly to Pengcheng, don't rush off; after you're done, let Mu Tao take you around." Wu Lao knew Zheng Ren didn't want to get involved with Zou Jia Hua's affairs, thought a moment, then spoke kindly.

"No thanks, I still have a lot of things at home." Zheng Ren felt relieved, didn't even look at the Zou father and daughter, turned and left with Mu Tao.

Su Yun then entered Wu Haishi's office alone.

Knowing it was his own father seeing a doctor, yet they only sent an assistant—how could this little doctor be so arrogant!

Zou Jia Hua's gaze was cold and stern, looking at Su Yun.

Su Yun then greeted Wu Lao respectfully, then lazily sat in the chair, looking at Zou Jia Hua, merely smiling and not speaking.

As for Zou Jia Hua, Su Yun's eyes held an extremely strong provocative meaning. Normally, one wouldn't expect him to stand respectfully by one's side and explain the situation; instead, one would display one's bearing, wave a hand, a row of subordinates walk in, open the box in their hands. The red, gleaming light of RMB would move even an iron-hearted person.

The feeling of hitting someone with money is very refreshing. Unfortunately, Doctor Zheng simply doesn't give me this opportunity.

Zou Jia Hua felt displeased, so naturally he wouldn't speak. In Wu Lao's office, there was a suffocating awkwardness.

"Just a little doctor, and you're this arrogant?" Zou Yu stood behind Zou Jia Hua, speaking softly.

This is a way to break the awkwardness; Zou Jia Hua pretends to scold a couple of sentences, then can occupy some higher ground and continue the topic.

"A doctor is a doctor, not a little doctor." Su Yun narrowed his peach-blossom eyes slightly, glanced askance at Zou Yu, making her heart suddenly race.

"From ancient times to now, only those who humble themselves seek medicine; I've never seen such arrogance." Su Yun said with a smiling squint.

Zou Jia Hua and Zou Yu were startled—this isn't what I was thinking, is it?

"From ancient times to now, doctors' status seems never to have been high, right? Still begging?" Zou Yu sneered.

Her emotions seemed somewhat out of control, unconsciously drifting off topic. Moreover, saying such things in Wu Lao's office is quite rude.

Zou Jia Hua's face turned cold, he let out a cold snort, just about to speak when Su Yun interrupted him.

"Mr. Zou, are you trying to lecture your daughter? Let me do it for you." Su Yun smiled: "Miss, let me teach you a lesson—do you know why doctors are also called doctors?"

"There are also barefoot doctors."

"Heh, there are even ads on telephone poles for old army doctors specializing in syphilis—why don't you mention that?"

……

Without Zheng Ren nearby, Su Yun's mouth alone drove Zou Yu into a corner.

"In ancient times, doctors were often respectfully called medical officials. Medical official is a general term; since the Song dynasty, the highest rank among medical officials is doctor, followed by lower ranks such as assistant doctor, medical efficacy, etc. The assistant doctor you mentioned is also an official. Hmm, so maintaining the most basic respect is appropriate. Besides, it's hard to get people to do things for you nowadays; people as impolite as you are rare."

You……

What me? I haven't asked you for anything, yet you boss me around, and you still think you're right?

"Young man, may I ask your surname?" Zou Jia Hua suddenly became interested, the icy expression on his face melting as he smiled and asked.

Su, Su Yun.

"Su Sheng, may I ask your age?" Zou Jia Hua looked at Su Yun and asked.

"The Book of Han says: 'Initially studied under Zhang Hui's school. One calls him xian, one calls him sheng.' Yan Shigu's annotation says: both are misters." Su Yun said lazily: "The way they address people here in the south conforms to ancient rites; I've always liked it."

My little daughter just……

"Mr. Zou, your intention to seek medical treatment is not sincere." Su Yun interrupted Zou Jia Hua's words, saying: "Most people in Xianggang believe in feng shui; I don't know if Mr. Zou believes in it."

"I do." Zou Jia Hua, not knowing what Su Yun was getting at with his east-west digression, frowned slightly.

Most people in Xianggang believe in feng shui; the site where Central's HSBC Bank was built is a notorious place of evil qi, but after asking an expert to set up a formation that kills the three sha, it naturally flourished.

But in 1990, when the Bank of China wanted to build a tower in Xianggang, the governor only approved the worst feng shui plot.

However, across the vast Chinese land, hidden talents abound; the Bank of China tower's triangular blade formation amazed all directions, directly breaking HSBC Bank's feng shui. Later, HSBC Bank built cannons on its roof to resist the tower's sharpness, but could only barely hold on.

In a typhoon, the cannon was blown askew, pointing at Standard Chartered Bank. Frightened, Standard Chartered Bank formally sent a lawyer's letter demanding correction within a deadline.

This is a well-known feng shui feud; the wealthy of Xianggang surely believe in feng shui, and Su Yun is definitely not speaking without basis.

"I don't know if Mr. Zou, when seeking advice on feng shui or yin-yang masters, would be this rude." Su Yun said lightly.

"Outrageous!" Zou Yu snapped: "Feng shui can bring prosperity to a family and clan—how could it be just a mere……

If you think that way, your father certainly wouldn't think so. People die like a lamp going out; you're wishing he'd die soon, then his spirit blesses you with prosperity, and then you bring the Zou family's wealth to find a son-in-law, changing the surname?

Su Yun's thrust was extremely vicious; his words made the Zou father and daughter's faces change. If Zheng Ren were present, he definitely wouldn't let Su Yun speak like that. But Zheng Ren is off for Shou Bing, isn't he? Su Yun hasn't had a chance to vent like this in a while; after saying all that, he felt relieved.

"Do you really think doctors can't kill? In Ming unofficial history, Liu Wentai adjusted the decoction and killed the Xianzong and Xiaozong emperors. Well, that's unofficial history; let's talk about the official record. The Wuzong emperor fell into the water; a month later, during the Tianjin parade, he suddenly vomited blood—do you really think it was just because the Zhu Houzhao emperor was in poor health? Nonsense."

What do you want to say?

Being polite to doctors has its benefits. Su Yun's mouth twitched slightly, he gave a sly smile: "Especially you, Mr. Zou, you're ill yet you treat your billions of wealth as a big deal? Your heart is huge—I admire that."

Su Yun's skill at talking back is professional level eight. Moreover, as a member of the health care team, he isn't afraid of a Xianggang businessman at all; when he speaks, all sorts of fallacious reasoning seem plausible.

Moreover, Zou Jia Hua himself had just experienced a sudden death once, which counts as someone standing at the gates of the underworld; his courage naturally diminished by a third, and he was actually left speechless by the remarks.

"What Su Sheng means is, I'm ill, not poisoned by gu?" Zou Jia Hua asked, his voice slightly trembling.

Life and death are at stake; he can't help but be afraid.

My boss says you have Heart Ion Channel Disease. Su Yun said.

Nonsense! Zou Yu finally caught a hint of a loophole, scolding: "The Mayo Clinic has already ruled out this disease."

It's just over 1500 discovered genes, not all of them. Su Yun directly repeated Zheng Ren's words: "This is a disease that current medical technology cannot solve. However, you're lucky to have run into my boss."

Zou Jia Hua carefully sized up Su Yun, pondering how credible his words were.

Current technology can't diagnose it—how did your boss diagnose it? Any black tech? Zou Yu didn't believe it.

Whether you believe it or not is up to you; the boss said your symptoms and test results highly match Heart Ion Channel Disease, and you can undergo diagnostic surgery. The surgery is simple—just implant a heart pacemaker.

Su Yun also didn't waste words; after glancing at the time, noting the comic expo would start soon and factoring in traffic, he finally said: "This is diagnostic therapy; explaining more wouldn't help you understand. As they say in feng shui, sincerity brings efficacy—if you're sincere, go to Di Du to find my boss."

Now I have something to do, I'm leaving.

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First, let me apologize; yesterday I was out and had no manuscript saved, so the chapter got cut off…… I'll try not to do this again…… Also, give Zao Lao tou zi a monthly ticket; if my mood is off, just wait till the end of the month when I'll add more and Jiu Gong~~