Chapter 1595: 1544 Trying It Out Is Always Fine

"Master Yan, when did your headache start?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Two months ago." Master Yan gently rubbed his head, saying helplessly: "It hurts two or three times a day, each time severe."

Zheng Ren stood up, walking behind Master Yan while asking: "Did this happen after you coveted the heavenly secrets?"

"Hmm. If I had known earlier that heavenly secrets must not be leaked, even a glance would be wrong; I didn't expect I would still get it wrong." Master Yan gave a bitter smile, saying to Su Yun: "The Great Derivation Technique numbers fifty, its application forty-nine. Zheng Lao Ban, you are the remaining one."

"Let me rub it for you and see if it helps." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

The young man behind Master Yan glanced at Zheng Ren in surprise, but seeing no hostility, he said nothing.

"Troublesome." Master Yan said: "You're Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, right?"

"Hehe." Zheng Ren didn't want to lie, so he just gave a hollow laugh to brush it off.

Placing his hand on Master Yan's temples, Zheng Ren immediately sensed something unusual.

After glancing at Su Yun, their eyes met and Su Yun nodded.

"Master Yan, tell me your symptoms." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren applied slight pressure with his fingers, but not on the temples; instead, a bit lower and to the side.

Master Yan felt relief, his headache much lighter.

His body relaxed a bit, and after a few seconds he said: "That day I used my Heavenly Eye to observe the future, I saw Song Mo facing a bloody disaster. I hesitated for a long time, but still wrote her a letter."

"You're not rivals, are you?" Su Yun exclaimed.

"What rivals? It's just rumors in the martial world." Master Yan said: "I once had a minor disagreement with Song Bo, but it didn't affect our earlier friendship. He's the last of his bloodline; if I don't help him, who will?"

"Me." Su Yun had already gotten into character, a faint smile playing on his lips, full of swagger.

"That's the case, thanks for the trouble, Zheng Lao Ban."

"Tell me about your illness." Su Yun said.

"A glance would cause trouble, but I have my own way to resolve it. However, leaking heavenly secrets is another matter." Master Yan said: "From that day I picked up the pen, my headache felt like it would split, and my eyesight quickly faded."

"When did you go to Johns Hopkins?"

"My son insisted I go, but if it were up to me, going would be pointless." Master Yan said: "The result was just as I expected—completely useless. Some tests I outright refused; the messy stuff would take three to five days just to check."

"Troublesome."

"Then let me see if I can cure your illness." Su Yun looked at Master Yan, his smile growing wider.

Chu Huainan and Song Ying stared at each other, doubtful in their hearts.

Hearing Master Yan personally reveal these secret matters, they all felt utterly amazing.

Song Ying would surely not believe Master Yan's words directly.

But the information he received matched Master Yan's words, with no discrepancy.

Words can deceive, but changes in the eyes and pupil color cannot be hidden. Moreover, the later examination at Johns Hopkins matched the timeline Master Yan described.

That's roughly what he said.

As for coveting heavenly secrets and leaking them to Song Mo, Song Ying remained half‑believing, half‑doubting. After thinking it over twice, he found no flaw. If one insisted there was a flaw, it would be that the heavenly‑secret‑coveting caused the blindness.

Master Yan gave a faint smile and said: "I only came to take a look at you; I didn't even think of curing my own eyes. This is the heavenly punishment for leaking heavenly secrets—how could you possibly..."

"The diagnosis is clear." Zheng Ren suddenly said: "We can try treating it. Time has been delayed quite a bit, but there's still hope."

Su Yun laughed.

"Is it diabetic eye disease?" Master Yan said lightly.

"No, the diagnosis from Johns Hopkins Hospital is wrong." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Su Yun stared for a moment; he had thought Zheng Ren had some other way to solve the diabetic eye disease, but he never expected his own boss to outright reject the Johns Hopkins Hospital diagnosis.

The test report he looked at in the car was clearly written; the diagnosis should not be problematic.

"Boss, what do you mean?" Su Yun dropped the act and asked directly.

Master Yan was taken aback.

"It's not diabetic eye disease; it's giant cell arteritis." Zheng Ren said: "The temporal artery's pulse is weakened, local blood supply insufficient. Go to the hospital for a blood‑vessel color Doppler ultrasound, and the diagnosis can be confirmed. Master Yan, why didn't you do the relevant tests when you were at Johns Hopkins?"

"Are you really Zheng Lao Ban?" Master Yan asked in astonishment.

"Could I have misread it?" At that moment he suddenly realized this might be the case.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren chuckled and said: "I think the doctors there wouldn't overlook such a test; you must have refused it."

"Yes, I think it's unnecessary. No matter how many tests, it still comes down to diabetes. I've been regulating myself, and my control is fine." Master Yan stubbornly said: "Obesity causes internal heat, sweetness causes fullness; thus the qi overflows, turning into thirst."

"Indeed, the decline of the gate‑of‑life fire can be treated with cinnamon and aconite; supplement kidney water true yin deficiency, drain the heart‑fire blazing evil, and relieve the depletion of bodily fluids in the heart."

Master Yan has strong knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine; Zheng Ren knows that elderly people often become stubborn and hard to accept new things.

Having been exposed to traditional Chinese medicine since childhood, he truly finds it hard to believe Western medicine.

"Your blood sugar control is indeed good." Zheng Ren did not argue; this kind of elderly person is the most stubborn, and his worldview is already set—whatever he says, just go along with it.

If it really concerns diagnosis, treatment, or examination, it's never too late to insist.

"Why don't you object?" Master Yan asked.

"Your control is indeed good; you're 84 now, and if I reached your age with such a healthy body I'd be content." Zheng Ren said: "Since the results are good, why would I object?"

Master Yan lightly rubbed his thumb on the purple‑clay pot, as if lost in thought.

"But your eye disease isn't from diabetes; it's from giant cell arteritis. This condition often attacks major blood vessels, and some patients suffer irreversible eye damage— the earlier the treatment, the better the recovery."

Chu Huainan and Song Ying exchanged a glance, and Song Ying asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, can it be cured?"

"We can try; we've already delayed two months, missing the optimal treatment window. Whether recovery is possible, I dare not say."

"It's heavenly punishment; whether we treat it or not makes no difference." Master Yan clung to his view.

"Heavenly punishment is heavenly punishment, but we still ought to treat it." Zheng Ren laughed: "Your body is so strong; your head pain can be eased by regulating blood flow, and I estimate the chance of treatment success is still quite high."

After saying that, he added another line: "Trying is always fine."