Chapter Thirty: The Driver with Medical Skills

  Zhou Tong sullenly walked out of the room, today his father was hosting a banquet for a young divine doctor and insisted that he stay behind. Zhou Tong felt something was off, and after hearing the conversation in the kitchen on the stairs, he became even more certain that his father and grandfather were intentionally trying to set him up with the young divine doctor.

  "It's really true that we haven't even met yet, and he already has this idea. Grandpa is really getting old and muddled," Zhou Tong thought to herself with a pouty face.

  "Ah, if Song Jian had accepted the old professor's invitation to be a university lecturer back then, that would have been great. That way, I could have introduced him to my parents with dignity." Zhou Tong's thoughts drifted further and further away, "If he weren't a driver, my parents would definitely like him, and I could marry... Ah, what am I thinking?"

  Zhou Tong's face turned red again, she didn't understand why she always thought of that cold driver.

  "Huh? That's right! Song Jian is also skilled in medicine!" Zhou Tong suddenly remembered that it was Song Jian who used acupuncture to cure her when she was drugged by Li Jian at the Golden Phoenix Pavilion.

  "Uh, okay, let's call Song Jian over too. Even if he can't compare to that arrogant little doctor, at least he understands some things. And Song Jian is also proficient in calculus and has a great voice." Zhou Tong became more and more excited, "As long as I don't tell my parents that Song Jian is just a driver, who would be able to see through it? Who can find such a handsome and capable driver?"

  Thinking of this, Zhou Tong could no longer bear it. She nervously picked up her phone, skillfully flipped to that long-unseen number, thought for a moment, but still didn't have the courage to dial, so she opened the text message editor, edited a message and sent it over.

  "Song Jian, I'd like to invite you out for a meal to thank you for saving me. The address is XXXX, please make sure to come."

  She sent a message and anxiously waited for Song Jian's reply, but her phone remained silent.

  Zhou Tong looked at her phone with a lost expression, and under the sadness, tears almost burst out. She wiped away the corners of her eyes, and no longer had the enthusiasm to go out, carrying her backpack, she returned home again.

  "Why are you so indifferent? Even if you don't agree, you should at least respond to me. Even if you really don't want to come, you should find an excuse to placate me!"

  Zhou Tongyue felt more and more heartbroken, so he simply entered the house, went up to the second floor, and locked himself in his bedroom.

  And it turned out that Song Jian did receive the message, only he had no idea who sent it because Song Jian's phone didn't have Zhou Tong's number stored.

  "Huh? Didn't Old Zhou already call me? Why is he sending another text message, and saying 'a life-saving favor' is a bit too exaggerated, giving some money would be more practical." Song Jian thought to himself in a jumbled mess, seeing the address, he only thought it was sent by Zhou Yumin. He never expected that Zhou Yumin and Zhou Tong were father and daughter, nor did he expect that first Zhou Yumin invited this divine doctor to dinner, and then Zhou Tong invited this driver to dinner.

  Song Jian changed into casual clothes and took a taxi to Zhou Yumin's home.

  Zhou Yumin's residence is located in a community called Dushu Lake Scenic Garden, which is close to Dushu Lake and Jincheng Lake, with extremely beautiful scenery. The houses in this community are also villa-style single-family homes, although the floor plan is not large, it has three floors up and down, and it is still very spacious.

  Arriving at the destination, Song Jian got off the car and greeted the security guard before registering and entering the neighborhood.

  Found the address, Song Jian pressed the doorbell.

  "Ah, here he comes," Zhou Yumin knew it was Song Jian arriving, and without taking off his apron, he ran to the door to open it for Song Jian.

  "Uncle Zhou," Song Jian handed over two baskets of fruit.

  Zhou Yumin took it over and introduced Song Jian to Zhou Wenxing and Jiang Ling.

  Song Jian's courteous greeting was laced with a hint of nobility, which was actually befitting of his status as the young master of a prominent family. The Song family had been far more illustrious than the Zhou family in their heyday, so it was only natural that Song Jian felt completely at ease here.

  Moreover, those who have been studying traditional Chinese medicine for many years tend to have a calm and composed demeanor that is unruffled by either honor or humiliation.

  After seeing Song Jian's face, Zhou Wenxing liked him even more, pulled his hand and sat on the sofa, talking non-stop.

  This week Wen Xing's sequelae of cerebral infarction have not fully recovered. After using Song Jian's prescription for bathing, his body has become much more agile, but there is still some limb tremor.

  Song Jian listened to Zhou Wenxing's words, and after taking his pulse again, he immediately wrote a prescription and said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhou, take this prescription every day, and in a month, I guarantee you'll be healthy and strong. Also, never get angry."

  Zhou Wenxing's baby held the prescription, nodding constantly, "I won't get angry, I won't get angry. Ah, since I got sick this year, my organization has also arranged a light job for me. I absolutely won't get angry again."

  Zhou Yumin was also busy, he secretly glanced at the prescription opened by Song Jian, and was immediately surprised. Zhou Yumin really didn't expect that Song Jian, who was young, could come up with such a perfect prescription in a hurry.

  After seeing Song Jian, Jiang Ling's original vigilance also decreased, especially after learning that Song Jian spent 10 million to buy a He Shou Wu, Jiang Ling concluded that Song Jian was the descendant of a certain medical family.

  After some polite conversation, the dishes were served.

  Zhou Yumin said to Jiang Ling: "Let Tongtong come down and eat."

  Jiang Ling responded with a "yes" and stood at the staircase entrance, saying: "Tong Tong, dinner is ready, come down quickly to eat."

  Song Jian, Zhou Yumin and Zhou Wenxing are already seated, with wine glasses in front of them. The three big men naturally didn't have any pleasantries, drinking 42-degree Wuliangye.

  "Get out! You eat!" A loud voice came from Zhou Tong's room.

  Jiang Ling's face sank, and she said, "Tong Tong, don't be naughty, there are guests at home, come out quickly!"

  "What guests! I don't know them! You eat by yourselves!" Zhou Tong shouted loudly in the room.

  Jiang Ling shook her head and returned to the edge of the table, giving Song Jian an awkward smile. "I'm really sorry, Tongtong... she's not usually like this. Don't mind it."

  Song Jian didn't mind, he smiled and said: "Little girl, it's normal to throw a tantrum. Uncle Zhou, like the legendary Chinese medicine exhibition you organized last time, how many such activities does our Huaxia country have?"

  Zhou Yumin smiled and said, "What? Still want to get some good stuff?"

  Song Jian smiled and said: "That's natural, unfortunately last time there wasn't much money, many good medicinal materials couldn't be bought."

  Zhou Yumin said, "This kind of medicinal material exhibition is held about every half a year, but the time is also uncertain. Most are private in nature, like last time, the legendary Chinese medicine exhibition, which was privately sponsored with government support. So, Little Song, if I receive an invitation to a similar event in the future, I'll let you know."

  Song Jian thanked him repeatedly.

  Zhou Wenxing also talked with Song Jian about some health-related topics.

  After this conversation, Zhou Wenxing and Zhou Yumin were even more surprised by Song Jian's knowledge.

  Jiang Ling tried several times to steer the conversation towards Song Jian's background, but Song Jian always smiled and sidestepped it, never mentioning a word about his own past.

  In the room, Zhou Tongyue got angrier and angrier. She grabbed the phone on the table, no longer hesitant, found Song Jian's number, and dialed it.

  In the living room, Song Jian's mobile phone started vibrating.

  Song Jian smiled apologetically at Zhou Yumin and the three of them, then saw the number and was slightly stunned.

  "Hello?" Song Jian answered the phone with a puzzled tone.

  "Song Jian, where are you? Why didn't you return my message? Didn't you see it?" Zhou Tong complained into the receiver like a resentful wife.

  Song Jian suddenly remembered that this number was originally Zhou Tong's.

  "Hmm..." Song Jian stood up and walked towards the stairs, after taking the washing marrow pill, Song Jian's hearing had improved a lot, he seemed to hear Zhou Tong's voice coming from the bedroom upstairs.

  "Don't you remember me? Never mind. Sorry, I've disturbed you." Zhou Tong's heart was like a knife cut, and he was about to hang up the phone.

  Song Jian smiled wryly and said: "I'm in the living room, or you can go out and take a look."

  "Huh?" Zhou Tong was taken aback, and then he heard Song Jian's voice coming from the stairs, "Zhou Tong, we're almost done eating all the food."

  With a creak, the bedroom door opened, revealing a pretty face, with a pair of red-rimmed eyes, obviously very sad just now.

  Song Jian!

  Zhou Tong was stunned, then she quickly ran out, rushed down the stairs, and suddenly stood in front of Song Jian, only thirty centimeters away from Song Jian.

  "You... I thought you weren't coming! You didn't even respond to my text, it's killing me!" Zhou Tong's big watery eyes stared at Song Jian, she was only slightly shorter than him. At this moment, her rapid breathing carried a hint of girlish fragrance, blowing onto Song Jian's lips and chin.

  Song Jian felt itchy, he slightly retreated and said: "This... this..."

  At the dinner table, Jiang Ling stared at this scene in shock, Zhou Yumin was also confused, only Zhou Wenxing was laughing, at this moment, Zhou Wenxing directly defined Song Jian as his own grandson-in-law.

  "For the time being, it's hard to say clearly," Song Jian also didn't want to explain anymore.

  Zhou Tongcai didn't care about those things, she thought Song Jian had received her text message and came over, at this moment, the joy was overflowing.

  "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, this is Song Jian, he's my lifesaver...my good friend, my best friend." Zhou Tong smiled and said, she didn't want to tell her parents and elders about the KTV incident.

  Zhou Yumin was stunned for a while and said: "Song Jian, so you know Tongtong."

  Song Jian touched his nose and walked over to the dinner table, sitting down with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, we happened to know each other at Soochow University."

  Zhou Tong was stunned, and then she stuttered: "Song... Song Jian, the little medical god in my father's and grandfather's mouths, it can't be you, right?"

  Song Jian shrugged and said, "I suppose so."

  "But you're a driver!" Zhou Tong was even more bewildered.

  "Driver?!" This time, Jiang Ling, Zhou Yumin, and Zhou Wenxing asked in unison.

  Song Jian touched his head and said, "Alright, I think I'm both a driver and a little doctor, but essentially, I'm a driver who knows medical skills."

  “……”

  Zhou Tong and his family of four looked at Song Jian together, then burst out laughing simultaneously.

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