My Silly, Sweet Wife

Gongsun Fengying was extremely frustrated.

Ye Guichen’s face was also frighteningly grim.

After discovering there was a problem at Longsheng Hall, Ye Guichen didn’t go directly to Heavenly Master Tao. Instead, he let Zhang Chongchen go back to report first, while he headed straight to Longsheng Hall.

Zhang Chongchen initially insisted on accompanying him, but Ye Guichen wouldn’t allow it, so Zhang Chongchen had no choice but to let Zhang Changhe accompany him.

Gongsun Fengying, having nothing else to do, insisted on coming along as well.

Thus, Zhong Qing and Zhang Chongchen returned to Heavenly Master Tao, while Zhang Changhe took Ye Guichen and Gongsun Fengying directly to Longsheng Hall.

Upon reaching the street where Longsheng Hall was located, to avoid alerting the enemy, Ye Guichen instructed Zhang Changhe to park the car outside and then walk in.

This street was similar to the herbal medicine street in Yun City, lined with many Chinese Medicine Halls.

Initially, Ye Guichen thought Longsheng Hall would be in the most prosperous area, but after searching for half a day, he discovered it was in the most secluded corner, with pitifully little business, and the old Chinese doctor on duty was dozing off with a full beard.

From the outside, there appeared to be nothing unusual.

Just as Ye Guichen was about to walk in to take a look, a surprised voice came from behind: ”Sect Leader Ye, are you here to find me?”

When Ye Guichen turned around, he was suddenly at a loss.

It was none other than Fan Chang’an, whom he had met on the train.

Fan Chang’an was wearing a long robe, unable to hide his excitement. He grabbed Ye Guichen’s wrist: ”This is wonderful. I told my dad about you, but he didn’t believe me. Come, come, come, follow me quickly.”

While speaking, regardless of whether Ye Guichen agreed or not, he pulled him into a pharmacy opposite Longsheng Hall.

This pharmacy was called Ji’an Hall.

It was quite similar to Longsheng Hall. Due to its remote location, business wasn’t good either.

When Ye Guichen entered, there was only one patient being treated, and the elderly Chinese doctor felt to be in his seventies, with white hair and beard, wearing reading glasses, and attentively diagnosing the patient.

After entering Ji’an Hall, Fan Chang’an shouted loudly: ”Dad, look, who is it!”

”At your age, you’re still making a fuss. Can’t you see I’m treating a patient?” The old man looked visibly displeased, glanced up at Ye Guichen.

After looking for a while and realizing he didn’t know him, he shook his head: ”Wait a moment. Let me finish treating this patient first.”

Fan Chang’an felt awkward and muttered softly: ”Sect Leader Ye, sorry about that. My dad’s like this; the older he gets, the bigger his temper grows. Anyone disturbing him while he sees a patient is like they have a grudge against him. I got too excited just now. Hehe, Sect Leader Ye, please sit down, and I’ll pour you a cup of tea.”

Fan Chang’an said, ordering people to bring chairs for Ye Guichen and the others, and then went to pour tea himself.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Ye Guichen originally wanted to decline, but since he had run into Fan Chang’an here, he decided to go with the flow.

However, upon entering Ji’an Hall, Ye Guichen felt a sense of comfort.

Although Ji’an Hall was small, it was filled with the aroma of medicine. Watching the old man’s serious manner in treating the patient gave Ye Guichen an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

When he was a child, Ye Guichen remembered that although Li Fengxian seemed crazy, once he met a patient, his entire demeanor would change. Even if the sky were falling, it seemed it couldn’t affect his enthusiasm for treating patients.

He treated patients as if they were his parents.

Such a spirit is now rarely seen in this world.

Ye Guichen felt a sudden respect arise involuntarily.

Sitting quietly, Ye Guichen’s gaze naturally fell on the elderly man, watching him diagnose.

After a good ten minutes, the old man finally finished diagnosing, stood up, and his gaze met Ye Guichen’s: ”Chang’an, what were you saying just now?”

Fan Chang’an quickly pointed at Ye Guichen and introduced: ”Dad, this is the current sect leader of the Shennong Sect, Ye Guichen, Sect Leader Ye!”

Upon hearing this, the old man didn’t show the expected joy but walked up to Ye Guichen and said solemnly: ”Young man, was it you that Chang’an called saying he met the sect leader of the Shennong Sect?”

Ye Guichen stood up and cordially bowed: ”Sir, it is indeed me.”

”Shennong Sect is a pioneer in today’s medical world. Although it has declined, it is not a fraud. My father was once an external disciple of Shennong Sect for a while, and our Fan Family has always been proud of it.” The old man looked deeply into Ye Guichen’s eyes and asked accusingly: ”Because of this, I, Fan Zhidong, hate anyone impersonating members of the Shennong Sect, especially one impersonating the sect leader. It is a great sin!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Guichen couldn’t help but chuckle: ”Sir, you suspect me?”

Fan Chang’an became anxious: ”Dad, what are you saying? How could Sect Leader Ye be an imposter?”

”Silence!” Fan Zhidong gave Fan Chang’an a stern glance, then turned his gaze back to Ye Guichen: ”Young man, there are many paths in the world, but deceit is not one the conscience can bear. As a healer, the greatest taboo is deceit. Because, in your hands lies control over others’ lives. You, at such a young age, claim to be the sect leader of Shennong Sect. If you make a mistake while treating a patient, it could be disastrous. Do you understand?”

Ye Guichen was embarrassed.

Was Fan Zhidong trying to educate him, to make him reform?

Fan Chang’an was so anxious, but seeing that Fan Zhidong wouldn’t let him speak, he distinctly shut his mouth without daring to utter a word, showing the strict discipline of the household.

Ye Guichen didn’t explain, but instead, he smiled: ”Sir, why do you assume I am a fraud?”

”Ha, I’ve seen many geniuses in the world. A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to meet Mr. Mai Gu and witnessed his extraordinary medical skills firsthand. There are no shortcuts in the field of Chinese medicine. Even a genius like Mr. Mai needed several decades to achieve so much. And you’re only in your twenties, being revered as the sect leader by someone like Mr. Mai. Do you think I would believe it? Haha, you can only fool those naive and ignorant people.”

Saying this, he didn’t forget to give Fan Chang’an a reproachful look.

After being told so by Fan Zhidong, Fan Chang’an’s firm belief that Ye Guichen was the sect leader of Shennong Sect inexplicably started to waver.

Ye Guichen sighed: ”Sir, you make some valid points, but there’s something I need to correct you on. Age does not equate to medical skill, and sometimes, the experience you speak of can often obstruct your judgment. Take the patient you just treated, for example. Based on your experience, you would diagnose it as a common cold, coldness invading the body. But you didn’t notice how the coldness invaded. If I’m not mistaken, the patient occasionally suffers abdominal pain, although it’s not obvious, it’s the underlying issue. Furthermore, his cold symptoms should have been recurring on and off recently.”

With a previously skeptical expression, Fan Zhidong’s pupils contracted sharply at Ye Guichen’s words: ”How, how do you know that?”

The patient Fan Zhidong had been diagnosing was indeed experiencing symptoms exactly as Ye Guichen described.

In the end, without finding a diagnosis, he had only prescribed some medicine for a cold.

But, according to Ye Guichen, it seemed to be a completely different issue.

Ye Guichen smiled lightly: ”As I’ve previously mentioned, you shouldn’t judge based on age, nor rely solely on experience to determine a condition.”

Fan Zhidong’s expression slightly changed, and he promptly ordered Fan Changán: ”Quickly, call the patient back. Let me take another look.”