Chapter 685: Mother and Son Meet

"I don't know why it turned out this way," Chen Yu shook his head and said, "I will go back to see her and the child often."

"Rest assured, I will send people to secretly protect the mother and son," He Lingyun said, "but have you ever thought that perhaps she had no choice but to act this way?"

This sentence from He Lingyun struck straight at Chen Yu's heart. He was stunned and lost in thought; the words were like a flash of lightning in the darkness, making him feel as if he suddenly understood why Ye Xinyu's temperament had changed so drastically.

That's right, what if she had no choice? His own fate in both his past and present lives had been manipulated by others, and his own maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather were both extraordinary figures. What if Ye Xinyu was under their control?

"Child, do not blame her. Perhaps there are some things she cannot speak of clearly. Find an opportunity to investigate this matter thoroughly," He Lingyun said, "What I have never been able to understand is why you were feigning death after you were born?"

"Do not delve into these matters; there is no point. What matters is that we can meet again," Chen Yu smiled, not telling He Lingyun the identities of his grandfather He Tiansheng and his paternal grandfather Chen Tianming.

He felt that He Lingyun should not concern herself with these matters, because the more she knew, the more dangerous it would be for her. He had to make himself stronger before he could go and hold those two old men accountable.

"Do you want to meet your father?" He Lingyun suddenly asked.

"No need. When I want to see him, I will naturally go see him," Chen Yu said indifferently.

His biological father, Chen Anyi, had abandoned his mother when she was at her lowest and lived a life of dissipation with a mistress. Chen Yu did not need to see such a father. Even if he were to meet him, he would wait until he possessed the absolute strength to do so, and at that time, he would ask clearly why he treated his mother that way.

"Today is the first day we, mother and son, have met. Let's not talk about unhappy things. Stay for dinner tonight; I will cook," He Lingyun smiled.

"Alright," Chen Yu nodded, his heart filled with warmth.

"President He, you cannot go in," just at this moment, a noise came from outside the office.

"Move aside," a voice full of authority rang out, and immediately after, the office door opened, and a man pushed his way in.

The man was over fifty years old and possessed an air of natural authority; he looked like someone who had held a high position for a long time. After entering, his eyes fixed directly on Chen Yu, with a gaze that felt as if it wanted to see right through him.

He Zhengye, Chen Yu's eldest uncle, was also the vice president of the He Group. For years, he had occupied a portion of the He Group's industries and stood in opposition to He Lingyun.

"Big brother, is there something you need?" He Lingyun said indifferently.

"I heard you had a guest here, so I came over to take a look," He Zhengye stood still in the room.

"It is a young man who understands Traditional Chinese Medicine. I met him when I was in Fengling, and he cured my insomnia. I have been under a lot of work pressure lately, and since he happened to be in Beijing, I invited him over to sit for a while," He Lingyun said indifferently, "Though, big brother, your information is quite fast; nothing escapes your eyes."

"I am just concerned about you." He Zhengye stared at Chen Yu, his brows tightly locked: "This young man looks familiar; he looks like someone I've seen before. What is your name?"

"My name is Chen Yu," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"So you are Chen Yu?" A flash of sharp light crossed He Zhengye's eyes. He circled Chen Yu with interest, looking him up and down: "My son, He Fanzhou, seems to have had a conflict with you?"

"It was all just a misunderstanding," Chen Yu smiled. He had beaten He Fanzhou, and given He Zhengye's surveillance of his mother, He Zhengye certainly knew about him.

"Hmm, I also hope these were just misunderstandings," He Zhengye nodded: "You are a doctor; you understand medical arts?"

"I understand a little," Chen Yu nodded and said: "If Mr. He has any discomfort, you can come find me."

"That won't be necessary. Our He Family is not short of doctors," He Zhengye sneered: "It is nothing more than a matter of spending some money. If I need to, world-renowned medical teams would come running to serve me."

"There is still a gap between doctors and doctors," Chen Yu smiled slightly: "For example, illnesses that I can detect, they might not be able to; illnesses that I can treat, they might not necessarily be able to."

"Isn't that a bit arrogant?" A chill flashed in He Zhengye's eyes.

"It is not arrogance. Does Mr. He often find himself unable to sleep at night, frequently in a state between sleep and wakefulness? Do you have a bitter taste in your mouth and a dry tongue in the morning, and even though you are clearly sleepy, your spirit is abnormally excited?" Chen Yu smiled.

"You can see my illness? Or did you investigate me?" He Zhengye's expression immediately darkened.

"Not at all. I am a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I know how to observe and diagnose," Chen Yu said indifferently: "Mr. He might as well try placing your hand on the third rib of your left chest and pressing down."

"Here?" He Zhengye skeptically placed his hand on the third rib of his left chest.

"Move down three centimeters," Chen Yu said.

He Zhengye moved his hand down a few centimeters as instructed, then pressed down lightly, but there was no reaction. He raised his head to look at Chen Yu, seemingly waiting for an explanation.

"You might as well press a little harder," a hint of a smile appeared on Chen Yu's face.

He Zhengye gritted his teeth and pressed down hard. Upon this press, he felt a sudden, intense pain in his ribs—a pain that reached deep into his marrow, as if his ribs had been pierced by a sword, chilling him to the core.

He could not help but gasp, his face turning pale as he breathed heavily. He looked at Chen Yu in horror and blurted out: "What is wrong with me?"

"This is Melancholy Organ Agitation Syndrome, mostly caused by anxiety. President He must be under a lot of pressure," Chen Yu smiled: "This has led to stagnation between the five organs, accumulating into injury. It is not hard to treat. Traditional Chinese Medicine soothes the liver, relieves depression, and regulates Qi. Supplement this with Bupleurum Liver-Soothing Powder, and assist with acupuncture by needling the Taichong and Hegu points to relieve the depression."

"I have a physical examination every six months; how come it never detected this illness?" He Zhengye was puzzled.

"Some Traditional Chinese Medicine conditions require syndrome differentiation for treatment. Especially since your illness is caused by emotional factors, it cannot be detected by those exams," Chen Yu said: "If President He does not believe me, go find a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor you trust, and you will know."

The expression on He Zhengye's face was uncertain. After a long while, he nodded and said: "Then thank you."

After saying this, he clutched the painful spot on his ribs and left in a hurry.

As He Zhengye left, the smile on Chen Yu's face slowly vanished.

"Is he really ill?" He Lingyun asked.

"Not ill; he is just too suspicious," Chen Yu shook his head.

"Then why did his chest hurt?" He Lingyun asked curiously.

"The place he pressed was the Danzhong Point. Of course, it would hurt if he pressed too hard," Chen Yu smiled and said: "But it is true that he is so anxious he cannot sleep at night."