Chapter Fifteen: How Could It Be You?

  Tan Donglin's words were completely subconscious, of course, Ning Yuan's previous sentence was also subconscious, but when Tan Donglin heard it, he was shocked and only realized what he had said after the words left his mouth, then he suddenly woke up, raised his head and looked at Ning Yuan in surprise.

  At this time, Tan Donglin didn't look like a confident master or a smiling god who fooled people in the morning. Instead, his eyes were wide open and staring tightly at Ningyuan, as if he had some deep hatred towards him.

  Tan Donglin was just startled by Ningyuan's words, and that's how he came up with such a sentence. At this time, he had already come to his senses. If the previous words were said by some prestigious doctor in the medical field, it would be nothing, but coming from Ningyuan, a young man in his early twenties, it was absolutely impossible for people to remain calm.

  Qin Jia Lao San's situation was indeed one of extreme joy, where a person suddenly encounters an enormous joyful event and is unable to bear it, similar to Fan Jin Zhong Ju, resulting in mild cases leading to madness and severe cases causing uncontrollable laughter until death.

  To cure someone of being overly optimistic, aside from using medicine, there's another way, which is to give them a huge shock.

  It's easy to say, but there are actually very few people who can really understand it. At least Tan Donglin himself didn't think of it before, and neither did the many famous doctors invited by the Qin family.

  Although this truth is not so profound, the limitations of human thinking lead to the inability to turn around at critical moments. At that time in the Qin family, Tan Donglin was mainly considering drug treatment, and he also thought about psychological counseling, but it wasn't as direct as Ning Yuan said.

  As Ningyuan said, if Tan Donglin diagnosed Qin Lao San with a terminal illness, he wouldn't believe that this kid could still be so cheerful. Although it wouldn't take effect immediately, such worries, fears and depression would slowly overwhelm his heart, making him recover from the great joy.

  This principle is understood by Dong Lin, so he slapped his thigh and secretly sighed that he didn't think of it. But when he reacted, this was said by Ning Yuan, and he couldn't be calm anymore. To understand this principle, it's not just about understanding life common sense and human relationships, but also requires a good grasp of medical principles.

  Ning Yuan was stared at by Tan Donglin with a fierce gaze, and he smiled and said: "Tan Lao, what's this? We don't have any grudges against each other."

  Tan Donglin finally returned to normal, patted Ning Yuan on the back of the hand and scolded with a smile: "Didn't see it coming, you little guy was hiding deeply, no wonder I was choked enough this morning."

  "What's hidden is just a matter of studying medicine from childhood." Ning Yuan smiled faintly, then waved his hand and said: "Tan Lao, I'll take my leave now, not to delay you from saving lives. Another day when I have time, I'll come visit again to ask for your guidance."

  Ningyuan also knew that the old man was not in the mood at this time, Qinlang was still out there, and if the old man didn't know what to do, it would be fine. But since he did know, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He lived next door to the old man, so they had plenty of opportunities to chat casually in the future. Ningyuan still liked this famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor very much.

  Ning Yuan wanted to leave, but Tan Donglin refused, pulling him and saying: "How can this be, the method was thought of by you, how can I take credit? I think it's better if you come with me together."

  "It's okay." Ning Yuan smiled and said, "For this kind of thing, it's still better for someone with high moral character like you to take the lead. If I were to do it, and tell Qin San that he has a terminal illness, this kid probably wouldn't believe me."

  Tan Donglin nodded with a smile, thinking that it made sense. To make Qin Lang believe, he would need someone with authority to vouch for him. Ning Yuan was just a young man from a small town and didn't carry much weight. Even if it were him, in the past, he would have had to consult with a group of doctors first and get everyone on board before making any moves. "Alright, I'll go to the Qin's house now. We can talk again another day."

  As he spoke, Tan Donglin saw Ning Yuan off with his eyes, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Before long, the two cars that had just driven away quickly turned back.

  At this time, Ningyuan had already returned to his own home, made a cup of tea, sat in the living room and turned on the TV with the remote control, casually watched for a while, then turned off the TV, got up and went upstairs, took out a painting from his luggage, and hung it in front of the Eight Immortals table in the center of the second floor hall.

  The layout and furniture of this small apartment are also in the style of Gu Fenglin, which is very much to Ningyuan's taste. Ningyuan hung up the painting and stood in front of the Eight Immortals table, staring intently at the painting in front of him.

  In front of the painting is a man, an old man with white hair and a long beard. The old man wears a loose Taoist robe and stands casually, without any hint of elegance or refinement. However, his eyes are very sharp, it's hard to say whether it's because the painter is highly skilled or if the old man himself is like that.

  Standing in front of the Eight Immortals' table for a while, Ningyuan found another incense burner and placed it in front of the portrait. He took out three large incense sticks, lit them up respectfully, bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the burner. In a soft voice, he said: "Master, your disciple has left the Taoist temple to gain more experience outside. I will try my best to carry on your legacy."

  After finishing the sentence, Ning Yuan let out a deep breath and felt a bit annoyed in his heart. He got up again and returned to the room, rummaged through his luggage, took out a meditation cushion, placed it in front of the Eight Immortals table, sat down with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and remained motionless, just like an old monk entering meditation.

  It was already more than two hours since Ningyuan sat down. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside had slightly darkened. He turned around to look at the wall clock not far behind him and saw that it was already 6:30 in the afternoon.

  He patted his pants leg, stood up, and Ning Yuan took a deep breath again, saying in a low voice: "No wonder Master said that practicing the secret method is still better in famous mountains and rivers. Indeed, the air in the city is polluted and the aura is gathered, it's really hard to cultivate."

  After saying this, he stepped down to the floor and walked downstairs. As soon as he went downstairs, an old man with a smile on his face walked in. The old man was not very old, about 63 or 64 years old, wearing a casual Tang suit, with a smiling face, it was Tan Donglin.

  Seeing Ningyuan coming down from upstairs, Tan Donglin smiled and said: "I heard that you didn't go out all afternoon, I guess you haven't eaten yet, come on over and let's go together?"

  "Alright, I'll be impolite then." Ning Yuan wasn't polite either, smiling as he nodded and followed Tan Donglin out the door to the small apartment next door.

  They said the two houses were next door, but in fact, there was a lawn in between. This place is one of the luxury residential areas in Shangjiang City, and all the residents live in single apartments. They are called apartments, but they can also be considered villas. The building style is a bit old-fashioned and looks like it's been around for some years. The greening around is very good, and the air is very fresh.

  Five minutes later, Ningyuan followed Tan Donglin into the gate of the Tan family. The house of the Tan family was much larger than Ningyuan's residence. As soon as they entered the door, it was a large courtyard with all kinds of flowers and grasses planted inside.

  Ning Yuan looked around and smiled: "Tan Lao also understands Feng Shui, the layout of this house shouldn't be designed by an outsider, right?"

  "I roughly understand a bit, having read the Book of Changes for a few days, and I'm an outsider, messing around with it." Tan Donglin smiled, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "You should be an expert in this area, right? This morning, I was just a layman trying to wield a master's axe?"

  "Haha, it's nothing to mention. To be honest, I should thank you instead. If you hadn't reminded me this morning, I really wouldn't have realized that I had a bloody disaster on my hands." Ning Yuan said with a smile.

  Tan Donglin was stunned again, looking at Ning Yuan with some surprise: "Really hit by me?"

  It can be seen that he was indeed a smooth talker in the morning, this old man, as a famous doctor, has some potential for being a bit of a rogue, with diverse interests.

  Ning Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, you're right. When I first came to Shangjiang, I blocked someone's path to wealth and was remembered by others." As he spoke, Ning Yuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm really a bit hungry now."

  "Haha, let's eat first." Tan Donglin chuckled and invited Ning Yuan to walk inside while saying: "After all the commotion, I still don't know your name."

  Ning Yuan hastily said: "Haha, it's actually I who was impolite. My name is Ning Yuan, and today I'm troubling Old Tan."

  "Ningyuan, a quiet and distant name, good name." Tan Donglin chuckled and the two continued walking forward. As soon as they entered the living room, they ran into someone who was facing them. This person saw Ningyuan, first stunned, then covered his mouth with his hand, pointed at Ningyuan, and exclaimed in surprise: "How is it you?"

  Looking from a distance, he clearly saw the other person and was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. There weren't many people in Shangjiang City that he knew. The person in front of him wasn't anyone else, but precisely the female employee who had fetched him clear water and red dates at the Jiang Corporation building yesterday.

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