The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

As Zhou Yanhuan and her two companions entered the once warmly decorated consultation room, they were immediately struck by its rich, antique atmosphere. Yellowed traditional Chinese medicine meridian charts hung on the walls, seemingly bearing witness to a thousand years of medical wisdom and historical accumulation. The smooth, delicate lines of these charts inspired a desire to delve deeper into their mysteries.

Looking around, one can see rows of neat wooden shelves filled with all kinds of medical books and bottles and jars of precious medicinal herbs. Some of the medical books are slightly old, but they still exude a faint scent of ink; while the medicinal herbs in the bottles are colorful and varied in shape, emitting a unique herbal aroma.

Zhou Yanhuan entered the room first, followed by Zhou Yanchuan, Zhou Jiayu, and Xu Linfeng.

At this moment, Xu Linfeng sat down on an old-fashioned wooden chair. Although his posture was still as upright as ever, his face revealed an undisguised weariness and haggardness.

Zhou Yanhuan, needing to change into a white lab coat, entered the changing room first. Her footsteps were as light as a breeze across a lake, making no sound. Her gaze was focused and gentle, as warm as the spring sun shining on the earth. When she reached Xu Linfeng, she softly said, "Second Young Master Xu, give me your hand." Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale's song.

Upon hearing Zhou Yanhuan's words, Xu Linfeng slowly opened his eyes and obediently extended his right hand. Seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan didn't hesitate and immediately placed her slender fingers gently on Xu Linfeng's pulse. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire room became unusually quiet. Only Zhou Yanhuan's slightly furrowed brows indicated that the situation was not so simple.

At first, the pulse was so weak it was like a candle flickering in the wind, its subtleties almost imperceptible, as if shrouded in a thick fog. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and focused intently, her slender fingers trembling slightly as she carefully varied the pressure, gently touching the pulse as if playing a zither, concentrating on feeling every subtle change within it.

As time passed, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her expression grew increasingly solemn. The previously faint and indistinct pulse gradually became clearer, like a complex and interwoven net unfolding before her eyes. Each beat of the pulse seemed to whisper the various pains and hardships she had experienced in the past.

After a long while, Zhou Yanhuan finally opened her eyes slowly, looking at Xu Linfeng with a heavy and concerned gaze. She said softly, "Linfeng, your pulse is extremely disordered, your blood and qi are severely stagnant, and your meridians are blocked in many places. In my judgment, this should be due to the hidden injuries you suffered when you were in the army. Moreover, due to the long delay, these injuries have become deeply rooted and have profoundly affected the functions of your internal organs."

Xu Linfeng listened silently to Zhou Yanhuan's diagnosis, his face growing paler, and he nodded sadly. Over the years, the pain lurking within his body had tormented him constantly, but only he himself truly understood the suffering within.

Zhou Yanhuan took a deep breath, steadied herself, and quickly picked up the pen on the table, rapidly writing down the prescription for Xu Linfeng's condition in the medical record. After finishing the prescription, she didn't hesitate to take a clear picture of the neatly written prescription with her phone and immediately sent it to her professional assistant in another pharmacy to make full preparations for the subsequent treatment.

Zhou Yanhuan casually placed the prescription she had just written aside, then her bright eyes turned to Zhou Yanchuan, who was sitting not far away. Zhou Yanchuan's face was ashen, devoid of any color, and his once handsome face was now shrouded in a sickly pallor. Even more striking was the faint, almost imperceptible look of panic on his face.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan's heart tightened instantly, and a bad premonition surged into her mind. She quickly stepped forward, reached out and tightly grasped her brother's arm, and said softly, "Brother, don't panic. Sit down first and let your sister take your pulse properly." Hearing his sister's concerned words, Zhou Yanchuan obediently nodded and slowly extended his right hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan didn't hesitate to gently place her slender, white fingers on her brother's wrist to check his pulse. However, the instant she touched his pulse, Zhou Yanhuan froze, because she clearly felt an extremely abnormal condition in her brother's pulse. The pulse was very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, sometimes there, sometimes not; and its rhythm was chaotic and completely irregular. Moreover, Zhou Yanhuan could even sense that the blood in her brother's body seemed to have lost its vitality, flowing abnormally slowly and laboredly.

As time ticked by, Zhou Yanhuan's fingers began to tremble slightly involuntarily. She could hardly believe what she was experiencing. Gradually, her face grew paler and paler, and beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead. These fine beads of sweat quickly gathered into streams that slid down her cheeks.

After a long and agonizing period, Zhou Yanhuan finally managed to open her mouth and said to Zhou Yanchuan in a slightly trembling voice, "Brother, your pulse is extremely dangerous. Your qi and blood have deteriorated to the extreme, and even the functions of your internal organs have been severely damaged. In my opinion, I'm afraid... this is the incurable blood disease that those Western doctors talk about!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanchuan's body suddenly swayed violently, as if he had suffered a heavy blow. A flash of despair quickly crossed his once bright and spirited eyes.

Zhou Yanhuan held back her tears and gripped her brother's hand tightly: "Brother, don't be afraid. I will never give up. Let's think of a way together."

Although Zhou Yanhuan had already learned that her brother's illness was a terminal blood disease, when she truly placed her fingers on his pulse, an overwhelming sadness surged within her like a tidal wave. Her fingertips trembled slightly involuntarily, as if the beating pulse was conveying the message of life slipping away.

However, as a doctor, her professional ethics did not allow her to remain immersed in grief and trembling for long. Just a few seconds later, Zhou Yanhuan forced back her tears and quickly calmed herself down. She took a deep breath, focused her mind on the subtle changes in her pulse, and rapidly calculated treatment plans in her mind. Then, she picked up a pen and without hesitation, wrote down her thoughts on paper, turning them into precise prescriptions.

After finishing writing the prescription, Zhou Yanhuan didn't waste any time. She immediately took a picture of the precious prescription with her phone and sent it to her waiting assistant. Then, she immediately threw herself into the next stage of preparation, not daring to relax for a moment.

At this moment, Zhou Yanhuan paused her busy work and looked up at her brother. She saw a stubbornness and composure in his eyes, as if he had already accepted his fate. Zhou Yanhuan felt a pang of heartache and quickly stepped forward to hold her brother's hand, gently comforting him, "Brother, don't worry! I said before that I could cure your illness, and I definitely can. It's just that the process might be a little difficult, and you'll need to endure some hardship. But as long as we work together, we will definitely overcome this illness. Brother, you must cooperate with the treatment, because you will accompany me for a very long time in my life, and I will absolutely not let the King of Hell take you away so easily!"

Hearing his sister's firm yet warm words, Zhou Yanchuan was deeply moved. He knew that when his sister had taken his pulse earlier, she must have been shocked by his serious illness. But seeing her so strong and brave, doing everything she could to save him, filled him with hope and strength.

With a smile, Zhou Yanchuan gently comforted his worried younger sister, Zhou Yanhuan: "Don't worry, Zhenzhen. I firmly believe that since you said you have a way to cure my illness, you definitely can. Besides, what are those hardships you mentioned? Since I got sick, I've suffered so much, countless hardships like bones that are hard to swallow, but I've bravely overcome them all, haven't I? This time will definitely be fine too! So, you really don't need to worry too much, and don't feel guilty about it."