Ten minutes later, a taxi slowly stopped at the entrance of the Skyland Hotel.
After Yang Chen paid and got out of the car, he saw two people, an old man and a young man, just coming out of the revolving door of the hotel.
"Chang Lao."
Looking at the two people approaching, Yang Chen quickly walked up to greet Chang Qingshan. After saying hello to Chang Qingshan, his eyes fell on Chang Wanting, who looked dignified and elegant in a black dress. He grinned and said:
"It's so late, and Miss Chang is dressed so formally and beautifully. She has an appointment."
"Miracle Doctor Yang, tonight is just a gathering of a few of our old friends, and their younger generation are also having fun."
Chang Qingshan chuckled.
"What Doctor Yang said, I'm usually very good-looking, right?"
Chang Wanting glared at Yang Chen and said slightly angrily.
"That's true."
Yang Chen quickly laughed, and then changed the subject: "Mr. Chang, it's getting late. I'll go take care of Bian Nian early, and I have to go back later. It's my first time that my wife is traveling far away, and she doesn't feel at ease alone in a hotel."
"You brought your sister-in-law here?"
When Chang Wanting heard this, her eyes lit up and she was a little surprised.
Yang Chen nodded and continued: "Take her out for a walk."
"Divine Doctor Yang, I have already said hello to Senior Bian and introduced you by the way. He is still very interested in you and said he would have a good chat later."
Chang Qingshan smiled.
"Then I'll ask Chang Lao to lead the way."
Yang Chen made an invitation gesture.
"Grandpa, can I come with you to have a look? The last time I saw Grandpa Biannian was on the day of my eighteenth-year-old adult ceremony. Speaking of which, I should go say hello. Although there is no Grandpa Biannian in my Chang family.
Although they are famous, they are a famous traditional Chinese medicine family in Donghai City after all, so don’t let Grandpa Biannian take the blame."
Chang Qingshan blinked his eyes and said with a sincere expression.
"Wanting is right, you should go say hello."
Hearing this, Chang Qingshan felt that what his granddaughter said was reasonable, and immediately nodded in agreement: "Miracle Doctor Yang, then follow me upstairs. Don't keep Doctor Bian waiting for too long."
"OK."
Yang Chen looked at Chang Qingshan, who turned around and entered the hotel first, and approached the fragrant Chang Wanting. He lowered his voice and said, "By the way...when did you become interested in these worldly things? I heard Sun Yahan say before that Miss Chang is the most annoying.
Isn’t this the case?”
"Actually, I just want to see what you are giving Grandpa Biannian."
After Chang Wanting's little secret was exposed by Yang Chen, she no longer hid it and spoke straightforwardly.
"Sure enough... Gossip is a woman's nature..."
When Yang Chen heard this, he grinned and entered the hotel holding the cardboard box in his hand.
"You are just gossiping!"
Chang Wanting looked at Yang Chen's back, stamped her feet angrily, and quickly followed up with her long legs.
The three of them entered the elevator and soon reached the eighth floor.
Following Chang Qingshan to the door of a presidential suite, Chang Qingshan turned his head and glanced at Yang Chen, then raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
About three seconds later, the door to the room opened.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray tunic suit opened the door, looked at Chang Qingshan, and nodded respectfully: "Mr. Chang, you are here."
"Say to Medical Sage Bian that Divine Doctor Yang is here."
Chang Qingshan nodded lightly.
"Mr. Chang, please come in and sit down first. I will go to the bedroom to inform Master."
A young man with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks quite easy-going and has no airs at all.
After the three of them entered the room and sat on the sofa, Yang Chen lowered his voice and asked: "Who was that just now..."
"He is Grandpa Bian's best apprentice, He Chusheng, a director of the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and the president of the Chang'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. He is very talented in traditional Chinese medicine, and his best thing is tasting medicine. It is said that he can taste and smell medicine while blindfolded.
I can identify hundreds of kinds of Chinese medicinal materials, which is very powerful."
Chang Wanting looked at He Chusheng who entered the bedroom, her eyes flashing with admiration, and said.
"This He Chusheng is the most promising candidate to inherit the medical skills of Bian Yi, and is likely to be the next nominee for the president of the China Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"My medical skills are much better than mine in some aspects."
"As for the art of pulse diagnosis with silk threads, apart from Divine Doctor Yang, I know that only Doctor Bian is researching it, and among the young Chinese doctors who are studying it, the best one is He Chusheng."
Chang Qingshan took a sip of tea and began to introduce.
"That's quite interesting."
Yang Chen couldn't help but nodded when he heard that He Chusheng could even diagnose the pulse with silk thread, "I finally met a decent young Chinese medicine doctor. This is much better than Master Hou from the Hou family."
"Chang Shenyi."
Just as the three of them were sitting on the sofa talking, the bedroom door opened, and a cheerful voice came.
When they looked up, they saw a red-faced old man wearing a burgundy Tang suit walking out of the bedroom.
He was holding a mahogany crutch in his hand, and the flower carvings on it were quite exquisite.
He is in his early seventies, and he is really full of energy, especially his sparkling eyes, which give people a very energetic feeling.
This person is none other than Bian Nian, the contemporary medical sage.
As soon as Bian Nian appeared, even Chang Qingshan stood up quickly and greeted him with clasped fists: "Medical Saint Bian, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your body is still so strong."
"Hello, Grandpa Bian."
Chang Wanting also hurriedly stepped forward and greeted her warmly: "I am Wanting. We met at the Chang Family Mansion in Donghai City when I was eighteen years old."
"Wanting is so old, and our bones are also a few years old."
Bian Nian looked at the graceful Chang Wanting and chuckled.
"Let me introduce you, this is Senior Bian, the contemporary medical sage."
"This is the one I mentioned to you, Yang Chen, Divine Doctor Yang, who was also invited to attend this conference this time."
Chang Qingshan quickly began to introduce.
"Holy Doctor Bian is good."
For such a legendary figure, he may have some real abilities, and he doesn't seem to have any airs, so he has a good temper towards Yang Chen.
Yang Chen stepped forward and nodded, with a smile on his face.
"Miracle Doctor Yang is young, but his talent in Chinese medicine really makes me admire him."
"Previously, the stubborn disease in Chang Qingshan, which even the old man was helpless to deal with, was actually solved by Divine Doctor Yang."
"Our Chinese medicine community is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, with talented people emerging from the younger generation."
Bian Nian looked Yang Chen up and down, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, gave a thumbs up and smiled.
"The Holy Doctor Bian has praised me so much."
Yang Chen said, and quickly handed over the express box on the table: "I'm here tonight to give you a gift for our old man. As for what's inside, I also really want to know."
"Since you want to know, let's take it apart and take a look."
Bian Nian glanced at the people in the room and seemed to be very curious about this gift, so he simply said.
"Master."
He Chusheng on the side quickly found a fruit knife, carefully opened the express box, and took out a small wooden box from inside.
The small wooden box itself has a scent of sandalwood and looks priceless.
He Chusheng handed the box to Bian Nian with both hands, and stretched his neck to look at it curiously.
Under the attention of everyone, Bian Nian slowly opened the box, and suddenly his expression froze.
"Fuck!"
Yang Chen got closer and just glanced at the big black characters on the top note of the box. He clenched his fists and was so angry that he almost died on the spot: "Old man, you are kidding me!"