"Elder Wang, this is the detailed technique of the acupuncture method I just used."
Du Fei handed a freshly written paper to Wang Qiyang.
"This, this is too valuable."
Wang Qiyang shook his head, indicating that he could not accept it.
The Heart Protection Needle, the Nine Yin Nine Yang Needle Technique, these are the most top-tier acupuncture methods in legend.
Now Du Fei actually said he would teach them all to him. This gift was simply too precious, so precious that Wang Qiyang could not accept it.
"Elder Wang, you are too kind. These things are just inanimate objects. If only I knew them, how many people could I help? But if Elder Wang can help me pass them on, so that more and more TCM practitioners can master them, then wouldn't it be possible to help more people? Elder Wang, do you think I'm right?"
Du Fei did not take back the paper. Instead, he said to Elder Wang with a serious expression.
After hearing Du Fei's words, Elder Wang was deeply moved.
Yes, no matter how miraculous Du Fei's medical skills were, he alone could not help countless patients in the world.
But now, he was willing to bring out such a precious thing, and judging by his words, he intended to let him publicly teach it to others. This kind of broad-mindedness, aiming to benefit the world, was truly great.
If everyone could do as Du Fei did, instead of hoarding their knowledge, then China's thousands of years of culture and essence would not have slowly disappeared.
"Du Fei, please accept my bow."
"I offer this bow on behalf of all the patients suffering from illness and pain in the world, as well as the TCM practitioners."
"From this moment on, Du Fei's name will be renowned throughout the world along with the rise of TCM!"
Wang Qiyang first took a half-step back, then bowed deeply to Du Fei.
This time, Du Fei did not stop him. He knew that if he insisted on stopping him, Wang Qiyang would definitely not accept his needle technique. So, he calmly accepted his bow.
After the bow, Wang Qiyang then took the paper from Du Fei's hand.
It was just an ordinary piece of paper, but Wang Qiyang held it with both hands, as if treating it as the most precious treasure. Hu Weiguo, standing beside him, could not take his eyes off it.
"By the way, Elder Wang, I still need your help with the TCM clinic."
Wang Qiyang directly patted his chest and guaranteed, "Don't worry, it will be done in at most three days. This matter is on me."
Getting Wang Qiyang's assurance, Du Fei felt a weight lifted from his heart.
As the founder of Renxintang, Wang Qiyang had great prestige in the entire TCM community of Rongcheng. Since he had given his word, Du Fei naturally felt at ease.
Next, Du Fei originally planned to leave directly, but he was insistently pulled by Wang Qiyang to chat for two to three hours.
Only when Du Fei had to leave did Wang Qiyang reluctantly see him off to the door.
...
"Du Fei, do you have anything to do tomorrow?"
As soon as Du Fei returned home, Wu Chunmei walked over.
Du Fei shook his head, "I'm fine. Tomorrow is the weekend. Mom, do you have something?"
"Your uncle called me this afternoon and said that your grandparents' graves are too old and need to be repaired. So he wants us to go back and discuss it together."
Wu Chunmei said.
In fact, Wu Chunmei was also a little surprised when she received the call this afternoon.
Since Du Fei's father had an accident, the two families had almost no contact.
Later, Du Fei's cousin even scammed them out of their money and house.
Although Wu Chunmei later learned the truth, she could not produce any evidence and could not seek justice.
Since then, the two families had completely cut off contact.
But she did not expect Du Fei's uncle to call her so suddenly, and his tone was quite polite, completely different from his usual overbearing manner. This made Wu Chunmei somewhat unexpected.
"Mom, would Uncle be so polite to discuss matters with us? I was scolded when I talked to him about my cousin's affairs before. Hmph, I'm not going back."
Du Yunyun, who was standing beside them, immediately pouted angrily when she heard her mother mention her uncle.
Wu Chunmei glared at her, "Yunyun, don't talk like that. Uncle is your elder!"
"Mom, I know Uncle is my elder, but did they ever help us when our family was in trouble? Not only did they not help, but they also tricked us into owing usurious loans, and we even lost our house. How can I respect such an elder?"
Although Du Yunyun was young, due to the changes in her family, she was more sensible and had experienced more of the warmth and coldness of human relationships than children her age.
The uncle's family was not even as good as strangers in her heart.
At least strangers would not help them when their family was in the most difficulty, but instead, they would step on them.
"You! You child!"
Actually, Wu Chunmei knew very well that what Du Yunyun said was exactly right, but in her traditional thinking, she could not immediately accept her daughter's actions.
Du Fei winked at Du Yunyun. Although Du Yunyun was unhappy, she walked back to her room.
"Du Fei, actually I know what Yunyun said is true, but Mom..."
"Mom, I know, I know you can't accept it for a while, but you have to understand that from now on, only the three of us are a family."
Du Fei looked at his sad mother, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her back.
He knew very well that his mother was a person with deeply ingrained traditional values. After all, she had lived in such an environment all her life. This was not her fault.
But Du Fei believed that he could slowly change her mind.
"Du Fei, so do we go back or not?"
At this moment, in Wu Chunmei's heart, Du Fei was the backbone of the family. So, when she received the call in the afternoon, she did not immediately agree. Instead, she planned to wait for Du Fei to come back and discuss it with him before making a decision.
"Go back, of course, we have to go back. Grandpa and Grandma were so good to us when they were alive. Now that the graves need to be repaired, we naturally have to go back. But Mom, after we go back, you can't just believe whatever others say like before."
Du Fei nodded first, then said to his mother.
Wu Chunmei nodded, "Yes, son, this time we go back to Du Village, everything will be according to you. Mom is old and not as smart as you. If I'm tricked by someone again, then... alas."
Obviously, his mother was still brooding over what happened before, but she had never shown it in front of her children.
Now that she saw her son grow up and become sensible, and could support the family, she finally let go of this burden.
"Mom, don't worry, no one can trick you this time. If Uncle's family sincerely wants to repair Grandpa and Grandma's graves, then everything is fine. But if they have other intentions, hehe."
Du Fei did not say the rest, because he was afraid that if he said it, his mother would feel sad after hearing it.