Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 334 Two White Hairs

Xia He turned to Lü Huan and asked, "Huanhuan, where are you planning to go?"

Lu Huan thought for a moment: "I wonder if that place is still in its original location. Let's go and take a look."

Cheng Mo asked, "Will we walk?"

Lü Huan was taken aback: "Push what?"

Xia He explained with a smile, "The little Taoist priest meant to walk there."

Lü Huan: "Uh————"

Cheng Mo waved his hand and said, "Let's take a taxi. Just tell me the destination, and there's no place a taxi driver wouldn't know."

Lü Huan thought for a moment: "It seems like it's possible, but it might cost a lot of money." The place she remembered was quite far from the train station.

Cheng Mo patted Xia He on the shoulder: "It's okay, your sister Xia He is rich."

Xia He pushed his hand away: "Go away, you're the only one who knows how to tease me."

Turning to look at Lü Huan, he said, "But taking a taxi is indeed convenient, let's take one."

Lü Huan didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement.

The three arrived at the taxi stand, waited in line for a few minutes, and got into a taxi.

The driver was a man in his fifties with some gray hair. There was a mat on the seat and a red amulet hanging in the car.

"Where to?" The driver pressed the meter.

Lü Huan said, "Thank you, Jishetang."

The driver shifted gears and started the car, which then drove out of the station and merged into the traffic.

Taxi drivers in Beijing are known for their talkativeness, and this one was no exception: "Jishetang, are you here for a medical appointment? That place is always packed. Do you have an appointment?"

Cheng Mo asked, "Can't I see it without an appointment?"

"You can see a doctor, but you have to wait in line." The driver gestured with one hand. "Last time I picked up an old lady who went to line up at six in the morning and didn't get to see a doctor until noon. The doctors there are very thorough; they can see one person for more than half an hour."

Lü Huan interjected, "Uncle, do you know Wang Zizhong—uh, Grandpa?"

"Who in the capital doesn't know Master Wang Zizhong of Jishetang? Appointments with him are incredibly hard to come by." The driver glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror.

"My wife's second aunt's neighbor's daughter couldn't get pregnant after being married for several years. She went to other places and spent tens of thousands of yuan on treatments without success. But Grandpa Wang cured her with just three doses of medicine, and now her child can run around."

Cheng Mo nodded: "That's really impressive."

The driver chatted as he drove, from Jishetang pharmacy to Beijing housing prices, from Beijing housing prices to his son buying a house, from his son buying a house to his daughter-in-law giving birth, and from giving birth to kindergarten tuition fees.

Cheng Mo and the other two responded with "uh-huh," "ah," and "oh," without saying a single serious word.

The driver didn't seem to mind, continuing to talk to himself, and even patting the steering wheel when he got excited.

After driving for more than forty minutes, we stopped at the entrance of an alley. The driver pointed into the alley: "Go in, turn left at the first intersection, and walk another two hundred meters, and you'll be there."

Cheng Mo paid the fare, and the three of them got out of the car.

The alley was narrow, with white walls on both sides and green vines climbing on top. After walking for a short while, I saw a wooden plaque hanging above a doorway, with the four characters "济世悬壶" (meaning "Saving the World and Healing the Nurse") written in vigorous characters, indicating that it had been there for many years.

The entrance was bustling with people, a noisy scene. Some people stood at the entrance smoking, some sat on the steps waiting, some looked around with registration slips in hand, and others came out carrying plastic bags full of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, upon closer inspection, despite the large number of people, everyone was quite orderly. Smokers stood in the designated area by the entrance, those waiting sat on the steps or on their own small stools, and those queuing stood in a straight line without anyone cutting in line or making a loud noise.

Cheng Mo glanced inside and asked Lü Huan, "Huanhuan, who are you looking for?"

Lü Huan said, "It's the Mr. Wang Zizhong I was talking about in the car just now."

A little boy with white hair happened to be passing by. Hearing Lü Huan's words, he stopped and turned around. His pretty little face was full of displeasure: "Classmate, Grandpa Zizhong is a very powerful national champion, not a young teacher."

The little boy looked to be only seven or eight years old, but his hair was completely white, like snow. He had fair skin, big eyes, long eyelashes, and delicate features that made him look like a porcelain doll.

Lü Huan nodded, her expression somewhat puzzled: "Very impressive."

The white-haired boy puffed out his chest and emphasized, "He's really amazing."

A middle-aged man with white hair and glasses walked up from behind, gently pressed the little boy's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "Xingtong, don't fight."

Feng Xingtong said somewhat aggrievedly, "Dad, we didn't argue. This female classmate said that Grandpa Zizhong was a junior teacher, and I was just correcting her."

Feng Zhenghao smiled, stopped arguing with his son, and turned to Cheng Mo, cupping his hands in greeting: "Master Cheng, I have long admired your name, it is truly an honor to meet you today."

Cheng Mo returned the greeting: "President Feng, you're too kind. I was just saying I'd like to visit you sometime this time."

Xia He returned the greeting, saying, "Greetings, President Feng."

Lü Huan looked at Feng Zhenghao, then at Cheng Mo and his sister: "Brother Cheng, Sister Xia He, do you know him?"

Feng Zhenghao looked Lü Huan up and down, then asked with a smile, "Is this the young apprentice that Master Cheng has taken in?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand and pointed to Lü Huan: "This is the youngest sister of the Lü family. She is here on behalf of the family to talk to Mr. Wang Zizhong about some things."

Feng Zhenghao was somewhat surprised: "Is it the Lü family, the family of Old Master Lü Ci?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "What else?"

Feng Zhenghao nodded without asking further questions: "I also need to see Uncle Wang. If you don't mind, would you like to come with us?"

Cheng Mo: "Of course I don't mind."

Xia He smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Chairman Feng."

Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily and stepped inside: "No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

Feng Xingtong followed Feng Zhenghao, curiously observing Cheng Mo and Xia He as they walked.

He'd heard their names quite often lately. The Northeast Demon Blade incident, Zhuge Zhinian's obsession with the old fortress being burned away by the Samadhi True Fire, Chen Jinkui of Xiangfan being beaten into an idiot—several major events were related to them. To be precise, they were related to Cheng Mo.

They dared to cripple even the Ten Elders, how powerful must they be? How reckless!

The group walked through the crowd and into Jishetang. Cheng Mo and Feng Zhenghao chatted casually about all sorts of things, from the weather in Beijing these past few days to the recent vegetable prices, from vegetable prices to the traffic in Beijing, and from traffic to the business of Everyway in North China.

Lü Huan pulled Xia He down two steps and asked in a low voice, "Sister, how did you know I came to see Mr. Wang about family matters?"

Xia He's lips curled up: "That's just an excuse the little Taoist priest made up on the spot."

Lü Huan: "————"

Xia He smiled even more happily and pulled Lü Huan to follow.

The group walked through the front hall, down a long corridor, and arrived at the back consultation area.

The clinic door was open, and Wang Zizhong was examining an elderly woman.

Wang Zizhong had completely white hair, which was neatly combed. He wore a gray Zhongshan suit with a white overcoat and a pair of reading glasses on his nose.

The old lady was in her seventies, with deep wrinkles on her face. She sat in a chair with one hand resting on a pulse pillow.

Wang Zizhong placed his fingers on the old lady's pulse, closed his eyes, and focused intently.

Two young people, a man and a woman, were standing at the door of the consultation room, both wearing white coats; they were probably assistants or something similar.

Feng Zhenghao didn't go in; he stood at the door and waited.

Wang Zizhong opened his eyes, loosened his fingers, and said to the old lady, "This is an old problem of yours; you have insufficient qi and blood, and your liver and kidneys are also somewhat weak. I will prescribe a medicine for you; take it for half a month, and then come back for a follow-up visit."

The old lady nodded: "Okay, okay, thank you, Dr. Wang."

Wang Zizhong wrote out a prescription and handed it to his assistant, who then led the old lady to get the medicine.

After the old lady had walked away, Feng Zhenghao stepped forward and said, "Uncle Zizhong, you're busy."

Wang Zizhong took off his reading glasses, saw Feng Zhenghao, and smiled: "Zhenghao, you've come."

"I happened to be in the capital on some business, so I thought I'd drop by and see you." Feng Zhenghao stepped aside, pointing to Cheng Mo, "This is Master Cheng Mo of the Liangyi Temple, this is Master Cheng's friend, Miss Xia He, and this is—"

He looked at Lü Huan, unsure how to introduce her.

Cheng Mo continued, "This is the youngest sister of the Lü family, Lü Huan. She has something she'd like to discuss with you."