Rebooting 60, let's go on a rampage with the orange cat!

In the evening, the Han siblings took Shi Huai'an to a courtyard house where deep red and light yellow crabapple blossoms and wild chrysanthemums were blooming against the wall.

The courtyard is well-organized and orderly, with exquisite and elegant eaves and green tiles. There is a porcelain water vat on the east and west sides, with a few water lilies and round leaves floating on the deep blue water. Several red carp swim back and forth in the water, looking leisurely and carefree.

Two jujube trees, each large enough to encircle a person, cast a green shade, and the setting sun cast dappled shadows on the ground.

An elderly couple sat leisurely around a stone table, focused on the elegant activity of brewing and tasting tea.

Grandpa was dressed in a plain-colored traditional Chinese jacket, while Grandma wore a light blue cotton and linen robe, looking exceptionally elegant.

With an excited smile, Han Mingjun called out to the two elders from afar, "Grandpa and Grandma, come and see who I've brought!"

Han Mingxuan then smiled and said, "Grandpa and Grandma, Shi Huai'an is here!"

Hearing the sound, the elderly couple stopped what they were doing, put down their teacups, and turned their gaze to the doorway. There, they saw a chubby, round orange cat jump down from Huai'an's arms and flutter around chasing butterflies under the flower trellis in the yard.

Shi Huai'an quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the two elderly people, and then said politely, "Professor Han, Mrs. Han, I am Shi Huai'an. My master asked me to give my greetings." After saying that, she quickly reached into the bag on her back and carefully took out a letter, which she handed to Han Chengzong.

Han Chengzong looked to be around seventy years old. Although he was advanced in years, he still had a full head of black hair and was in good spirits. He nodded slightly, reached out and took the letter with both hands, and then turned his gaze to Shi Huai'an, carefully examining him from head to toe.

A hint of admiration, barely perceptible, flashed in Han Chengzong's eyes. Then, he slowly said, "I heard from your master on the phone that you arrived a while ago?"

"Yeah, I took my parents out for a few days. They just went back yesterday. There were too many people, and it wouldn't be good for them to disturb your peace and quiet," Huai'an said with a smile, scratching his head.

"You all go wash your hands and get ready for dinner. I'll take a look at this letter first," Han Chengzong nodded.

Fat orange cat Duoduo ran over to Professor Han and rubbed against his feet. Professor Han smiled on his serious face, patted its fluffy little head, and said, "Good cat! But too fat, it's not good for its health."

Duoduo wagged its tail in protest, making everyone laugh.

Mrs. Han, who was standing to the side, stood up with a smile and warmly greeted everyone, saying, "Come in quickly, you're in for a treat today. I've fried pork meatballs with onions and apple pieces in them. They smell delicious!"

Han Mingjun hugged his grandmother and cheered happily. The others also came into the house, and the house was immediately filled with laughter.

After dinner, everyone sat in the courtyard for a while. Shi Huai'an thought to himself, "This courtyard house is nice. It will be valuable in the future. I should also find a way to buy a courtyard house and bring my parents to live here. Beijing has had centralized heating since 1958, so the winters are still very comfortable."

Han Chengzong looked Huai'an up and down, thinking: This little girl seems quite intelligent. He stroked his beard and slowly said, "Since you are so interested in traditional Chinese medicine, could you talk about your understanding of pulse diagnosis?"

Huai'an was delighted; she had expected this question. She took a deep breath and calmly replied, "Pulse diagnosis is one of the important diagnostic methods in traditional Chinese medicine. By feeling the pulse, one can understand the circulation of Qi and blood within the body."

Han Chengzong nodded and continued to ask, "Then, how do we accurately judge the pulse?"

Huai'an thought for a moment and replied, "It requires a comprehensive analysis that combines the patient's symptoms, medical history, and other diagnostic methods. At the same time, the doctor's own experience and intuition are also very important."

With a smile, Han Chengzong gently placed his teacup aside, then slowly straightened up and leaned back slightly. A hint of satisfaction flickered in his deep, bright eyes, and he asked in a calm yet authoritative tone, "I heard your master praised your acupuncture skills as being exceptionally good. Is that true?"

Huai'an, who was standing to the side, quickly bowed and replied with utmost respect, "Master Liu, you flatter me. I am unworthy of such praise."

Hearing Huai'an's humble response, Han Chengzong's smile widened, but at the same time, a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Then, he cleared his throat and said again, "However, you should know that I have always had my own set of rules for treating patients."

Upon hearing this, Huai'an quickly nodded and replied, "I hope Professor Han will not hesitate to offer his guidance. Please enlighten me."

Looking in the direction Han Chengzong pointed, one could see a slightly worn-out ancient book on the table.

Han Chengzong stared at the book and said slowly, "If you really want to follow me to study medicine, then you must first thoroughly study this book, the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic."

Huai'an stepped forward as instructed, smiling as she picked up the ancient book and carefully turned its pages. However, at first glance, her eyes lit up; the book was filled with densely packed, obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient Chinese characters.

She exclaimed with delight, "Professor Han, your collection of books is truly extensive; this is a unique copy!"

Seeing this, Han Mingjun, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but mutter softly, "Grandpa, this is all in classical Chinese!"

Unlike Han Mingjun, Han Mingxuan remained silent. After all, he had been learning from his grandfather since childhood and was already quite familiar with these ancient characters, so this level was naturally not a problem for him.

At this moment, he was staring intently at Huai'an, wondering to himself whether this little girl could understand the profound contents of the book.

"To be honest, Professor Han, Master Liu had me read this classic book a long time ago, but this version seems to be slightly different. I will not let you down!" Huai'an said confidently as he flipped through the pages.

Han Chengzong nodded and then tested her knowledge of acupoints. Hey, I didn't expect Huai'an to be so good. She was so skilled at using acupoints! Not only could she clearly distinguish the locations of acupoints, but she also knew the pathological applications of acupoints and traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions by heart.

This surprised Han Chengzong and the others, who exclaimed that despite her young age, her medical knowledge was so profound, it was truly incredible!

Professor Han nodded in satisfaction and continued, "How about this, you and Han Mingxuan will come to my clinic for internships every Saturday and Sunday, as well as during your regular free time. Han Mingxuan has already passed the medical licensing exam, but you are only fifteen years old and can only take the exam at eighteen. So just watch and learn from him for now."

“This is the opportunity I’ve been longing for!” Huai’an said excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to accumulate more clinical experience.”

“Great, it’s settled then.” Professor Han said with a smile. “If it’s inconvenient for you to live at the university, you can move in with me. There are spare rooms available.”

Shi Huai'an thought for a moment, then took out a ginseng from his bag and handed it to Professor Han, saying, "No need, Master. This is my first visit today, and I didn't bring any gifts. I obtained this ginseng by chance before. Master Liu also has one, so I'm offering this to you as a token of my respect."

"Hehe... You're not showing favoritism, are you? You only took it out right before leaving. Did you put this old man through your clever test?"

Han Chengzong laughed as he took the ginseng and examined it carefully in the light. He then smelled it and said with a smile, "Good ginseng, truly a rare find! It must be at least thirty years old. I never expected such a good thing. Senior Brother Liu has been keeping it from me all this time. Last time on the phone, I was discussing an old commander's illness with him. He was just one old ginseng root away, but he wouldn't budge. He's really cunning and shrewd."

He gazed intently at Huai'an and said, "I can help you sell this ginseng to a senior military officer. What price do you want, or what are your requirements? This ginseng is extremely rare; it could be a lifesaver in a critical moment. This senior officer is a powerful figure in the military with extensive connections. You can certainly set your terms."

Fat orange cat Duoduo jumped onto Huai'an's lap and nodded repeatedly, thinking to itself that it was about to make a fortune and could exchange it for lots of dried fish cans.

Shi Huai'an thought to himself that Professor Han was a trustworthy person. Besides, he could decide whether to have the ginseng or not, and no one could do anything about it. Moreover, being able to make connections with some big shots in Beijing was also a trump card. In such turbulent times, one needed some powerful backers to survive in Beijing.

She pondered for a moment and said, "Professor Han, this is a gift for you. Please keep it for yourself and your wife to recuperate."

I do have a 50-year-old, top-quality ginseng root. If the old leader needs it, I can sell it to him; at least you can assess the price at market value. I don't want cash. If possible, I'd like to buy a detached, self-owned courtyard house closer to the school.

My parents are getting old, and I'll be studying here for eight years. If I buy a courtyard house, my parents can move in, and I'll have more time to spend with them. I don't know if the old leader can do that, but even if he can't, I'll still sell it to him. After all, a doctor's heart is benevolent, saving lives comes first, and personal thoughts come second.

My master often said: "A doctor should not rely on his skills or seek wealth, but on a heart to help the world. If he has difficulties and cannot provide the funds, that doesn't matter; saving lives is the priority."

After saying that, she casually took out an old ginseng from her backpack. This one was bigger and of higher quality than the previous one, but Huai'an handed it to Han Chengzong as if it were a radish.

Han Chengzong was stunned. After a long silence, he shook his head and joked, "Your backpack can hold quite a lot. One minute a cat pops out, the next two ginseng roots appear. I've really opened my eyes."

The others also curiously examined Huai'an and the backpack in her hand. They were surprised that this seemingly ordinary-looking little girl had such a powerful move, which made Huai'an seem even more mysterious.

Han Mingjun's eyes darted around as he chuckled, "You're a real gem! From now on, I'll follow you and live the high life..."

The teacher's wife pointed to her forehead and said with a fond smile, "All you know is eating. What else can you do besides eat?"

Han Mingjun pouted and said, "She's really amazing, I can't even beat her..."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Professor Han examined the ginseng carefully and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's rare that you remain unmoved by wealth, and you're such a filial child. This old ginseng is of extraordinary value. I will take care of this matter for you. Wait for my good news."

It's worth noting that a top-quality ginseng root that's fifty years old is worth at least 20,000 yuan, but nowadays, courtyard houses in Beijing are rarely traded, and the prices are relatively low.

In the early 1980s, a courtyard house near the Forbidden City sold for only 26,000 yuan, while an ordinary courtyard house in a prime location in Beijing cost only 10,000 yuan. So exchanging this ginseng for a courtyard house was not a dream.

In those days, houses were rarely sold privately; they were all rented out by the housing management bureau, and property rights were unclear. It was almost impossible to buy a courtyard house with independent property rights without a certain amount of connections and influence.

Shi Huai'an was also giving it a try, just in case it worked.

Huai'an thanked him profusely before leaving Professor Han's house with Fatty Orange, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

A doctor's network of connections is absolutely unquestionable. No matter how high-ranking or powerful a person is, they are bound to get sick. Everyone is afraid of dying, so a doctor's network of connections is often surprising. In China, who hasn't drunk a few bowls of Chinese medicine? Who hasn't consulted a traditional Chinese medicine doctor when suffering from chronic or difficult-to-treat diseases?

Night quietly fell, and the moonlight, as gentle as water, spilled softly onto the earth, shrouding the entire city in a mysterious and tranquil veil.

Shi Huai'an walked slowly to the bus stop alone, preparing to take the bus back to school, while Fat Orange had already returned to his space.

Before we even got close, we could see a huge crowd gathered in front of the bus stop, packed in layers.

Filled with curiosity, Shi Huai'an peeked through the gaps in the crowd and saw a person lying inside.

She immediately realized what was going on and struggled to squeeze through the crowd, wanting to find out what was happening.

What she saw made her gasp – a young man was holding his head in his hands, blood flowing continuously from between his fingers like a red stream that she couldn't stop.

People around were pointing and whispering, creating a chaotic scene.

After some questioning, Shi Huai'an learned that a few people had just had a fierce conflict and were fighting.

It wasn't until someone shouted to stop them that the perpetrators fled the scene in a panic. However, the poor young man was unfortunately injured and fell to the ground, lying helplessly on the cold ground, groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Shi Huai'an squatted down without hesitation, quickly took out several slender silver needles from his needle pouch, and accurately inserted them into several acupoints on the young man's body.

A short while later, a miracle occurred! The blood that had been gushing out gradually stopped flowing.

Despite the pain, the young man spoke in a hoarse voice, as if it had been sanded clean, "Thank you so much! Could you please tell me your name and which school you attend?"