After Chen Mingdao finished speaking, the living room fell silent for several seconds.
However, after pondering for a few seconds, Qin Tian immediately replied, "Of course, of course, Mr. Chen, we’ve heard that your esteemed mother has fallen ill, we specially came to visit. Mr. Chen said not to talk about work, so we will not discuss it."
"Um, thank you for your understanding, President Qin."
Chen Mingdao nodded; he actually knew that Qin Tian and Zhou Minghong definitely had something when they came to find him, but that was just his character—he would not do the things he did not like to do.
So, seeing Qin Tian readily agree not to talk about work, he took another look at Qin Tian and thought to himself, this young man, no wonder he could compete with Liao Entertainment, it seems he really has some ability.
"Mr. Chen, where is your mother? Shall we go and see her?" Seeing that Chen Mingdao remained silent, Qin Tian took the initiative to speak.
Having said that, Chen Mingdao led Qin Tian and Zhou Minghong upstairs to his mother Lan Guifang’s bedroom.
On the sickbed lay a woman in her seventies, looking pale and worn.
"My mother has rheumatism and diabetes, and she has caught a cold recently, sigh..."
Chen Mingdao, speaking of his mother, wore a face full of worry.
After introducing Qin Tian and Zhou Minghong to Lan Guifang, the group started to chat.
As soon as Qin Tian entered the room, he had been observing Lan Guifang’s complexion and asked, "Auntie, haven’t you seen a doctor for your illness?"
"Of course, we have," said Chen Mingdao. "Western doctors, Chinese Medicine practitioners, we’ve seen them all. They all say it’s incurable and can only be managed and controlled—sigh, with old age, how can one manage..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian’s gaze remained fixed on Lan Guifang, as he moved his chair to the front of the bed and said to her, "Auntie, may I take your pulse?"
At this, everyone in the room was taken aback.
"You, you know how to take pulses?" Chen Mingdao asked Qin Tian in surprise.
Behind him, Zhou Minghong was also stunned, thinking to himself, Qin is able to take pulses, to treat illnesses? No way! Was he just doing this to get close to Chen Mingdao, feigning it all... If that got out, wouldn’t Chen Mingdao be angry!
Thinking thus, Zhou Minghong felt a wave of worry.
"I know a little, I studied some Chinese Medicine before," said Qin Tian.
"Then, young man, please take a look for me, sigh, my cold is the lesser issue, I’ve almost recovered from the IV treatment, but the rheumatism in my right leg... sigh, it flares up from time to time, and pain medication doesn’t control it," said Lan Guifang helplessly, extending her wrist.
Qin Tian did not speak but instead turned his head to signal Chen Mingdao and Zhou Minghong to keep quiet as he started to take Lan Guifang’s pulse.
Only after checking the pulse on both hands, did he finally stand up.
"How is it?" Chen Mingdao asked.
In his heart, of course, he had no great expectations for Qin Tian because Qin Tian had said he only knew a bit of Chinese Medicine.
After all, Chen Mingdao had previously invited several renowned Chinese Medicine practitioners domestically to treat his mother, but to no avail. Therefore, he was just asking symbolically.
However, Qin Tian’s words left Chen Mingdao agape with surprise, "Auntie’s rheumatism can be cured."
At those words, Zhou Minghong, standing behind Qin Tian, took a deep breath and sighed internally, "President Qin, you’re really going all out to please Chen Mingdao. But if you can’t cure the disease, you mustn’t make rash promises. If it doesn’t work, that will be...really troublesome."
"President Qin, are you serious that you can cure it?!"
Chen Mingdao was startled, but his tone still carried a trace of skepticism.
After all, several of the high-priced doctors he had previously hired had claimed they could cure the illness, but after such a long treatment, there had been no effect. He had started to doubt doctors’ words.
Qin Tian stood up straight, glanced at the delighted Lan Guifang, then at Chen Mingdao, and said earnestly, "Auntie’s rheumatism can be completely cured. As for her diabetes, that will need to be managed. As long as she eats less food high in calories and sugar, combined with my treatment, I believe that in one year, Auntie’s diabetes can be greatly improved."
"Of course, even after the diabetes is better, the diet still needs to be controlled, otherwise the blood sugar levels could still rise. This is the consensus in the medical community. There’s no such thing as being completely cured of diabetes and then being able to eat indiscriminately without relapsing. That’s not achievable yet."
Qin Tian’s words brought immense delight to both Chen Mingdao and Lan Guifang.
Chen Mingdao stared at Qin Tian, "President Qin, you’re not joking about what you just said, you’re serious, right?"
Chen Mingdao still found it somewhat hard to believe.
Qin Tian nodded, "Of course, it’s true."
Having said that, Qin Tian looked at Lan Guifang and asked, "Auntie, are your knee and ankle the most painful when you’re moving backward? Is the pain like a cold, piercing sting right now?"
"Yes, yes, exactly, the knee and ankle," Lan Guifang nodded repeatedly.
Qin Tian said, "Well, I can use acupuncture to relieve the pain for now. I’ll plan a set of acupuncture and medicinal application treatments, which should show effects within a month and could cure it completely in two months."
After Qin Tian finished speaking, looking at Chen Mingdao who was already grinning cheerfully at him, he said, "Mr. Chen, do you have the silver needles used for acupuncture at home? Give me a set, and with half an hour, I can relieve Auntie’s pain, ensuring she won’t hurt for the next three days."
"Silver needles for acupuncture... My family actually doesn’t have any, but President Qin, whatever type of silver needles you need, just tell me, and I’ll prepare them as quickly as possible."
Chen Mingdao immediately called two male servants upstairs and, following Qin Tian’s instructions, had them buy silver needles from a medical equipment store as fast as they could.
Half an hour later, Qin Tian began administering acupuncture to Lan Guifang in the room.
Chen Mingdao and Zhou Minghong stood outside the door, waiting quietly.
In a low voice, Chen Mingdao asked Zhou Minghong, "President Zhou, is President Qin’s medical skill really formidable?"
Caught off guard by the question, Zhou Minghong almost stumbled over his words but then mustered the courage to say, "Absolutely. Although I have never seen President Qin treat someone on the spot, I have always known that his skill in Chinese Medicine surpasses that of many senior practitioners in our country."
Zhou Minghong spoke assertively, his blatant "lies" making him feel extremely guilty. He prayed inwardly, "President Qin, I’ve really talked you up, you better not let us down!"
"President Qin is really accomplished at such a young age, impressive! Very impressive!"
Chen Daoming couldn’t help but feel deeply impressed and began to see Qin Tian in a new light.
The two of them anxiously waited outside, though their reasons for being anxious were not the same.
About fifty minutes later, a cry of surprise came from Lan Guifang in the room, "Ah! Ah!"
Hearing this, Chen Daoming’s face changed dramatically, and he immediately pushed open the door, rushing into the room with a look of worry, "Mom, what happened, what’s wrong?!"