After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"Sister Zhilan..." Liu Feng said weakly, not wanting Lin Zhilan to argue with someone else because of him.

Lin Zhilan glared at him. "Don't say anything!"

"Oh……"

"Judging others by your own standards is like a frog in a well. Just because you can't cure it doesn't mean others are helpless. Medicine is constantly evolving. Many so-called incurable diseases from the past can now be cured. If what you say is true, then cure what can be cured and ignore what can't?"

Chang San remained defiant, saying, "I started memorizing herbal formulas when I was three and began recognizing herbs when I was five. I've seen countless patients like this, and many famous doctors couldn't cure them. Of course, if you want to use this child as an experiment, I have nothing to say."

Qin Qing and Lin Zijun were eavesdropping outside the ward when Ye Congshan walked over, about to say something, when he heard Chang San's words from inside the ward.

He ignored Lin Zijun's attempts to stop him and pushed open the door to go inside.

"Are you Shen Changshan?"

Ye Congshan stared intently at Chang San, saying that the name sounded familiar.

Isn't this the youngest son of his master's master?

Speaking of which, Ye Congshan should call him "Uncle-Master".

Chang San froze.

It's been a long time since anyone has called out the name "Shen Changshan".

After a while, he turned around and said, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

Ye Congshan shook his head, "No, I would never be wrong."

He started reciting herbal formulas at age 3 and began recognizing herbs at age 5. At that time, Ye Congshan was still an apprentice doing odd jobs in the pharmacy, so of course he knew this so-called child prodigy, the "young master".

Seeing that they were still chatting, Lin Zhilan's earlier momentum was broken. She complained to Ye Congshan in an annoyed tone, "Director, regardless of whether his surname is Shen or Chang, could you please tell him to stop interfering with other people's patients?"

"Young Master..." Ye Congshan almost blurted out the words "Young Master," but quickly corrected himself, "Dr. Chang, this is Dr. Lin's patient, you..."

Chang San was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you really think she can be cured?"

"What do you mean by 'cured'?" Lin Zhilan got angry again. "For a patient like this, is it considered cured if the atrophied muscles regain some strength? Is it considered cured if the patient can dress and eat by themselves without being helped by others? Is it considered cured if the patient can walk normally without relying on a wheelchair or crutches?"

"Besides treating illnesses, if a doctor can improve a patient's quality of life and alleviate their suffering, then every effort I make is meaningful."

"You can?" Chang San frowned and stared at her.

"I can!"

Lin Zhilan doesn't like to say things she's not sure about.

I was really annoyed by Chang San today, and he blurted out his promise.

"Liu Feng!"

"Huh?" Liu Feng responded blankly. The development of events had exceeded his comprehension. He didn't even have time to feel sad; he could only stare blankly with his mouth agape.

"Do you believe me or not?" Lin Zhilan asked.

"I believe it, I believe it," Liu Feng nodded vigorously.

"Dr. Chang, do you have any other questions?" Lin Zhilan turned around and raised an eyebrow as she asked.

Chang San lowered his eyes and walked out of the ward.

If it were anyone else, Ye Congshan would definitely have given Chang San a good scolding.

But now that he knows that he is Junior Uncle, Ye Congshan understands why his temperament has become so harsh.

"Dr. Lin, please don't be angry. He has his own difficulties, he..."

"I won't listen, I won't listen," Lin Zhilan said, covering her ears with her hands before he could finish. "Whatever difficulties he may have, they are not my fault, and that's not a reason for him to boss me around."

Hateful people must have pity.

No matter how pitiful someone is, they should still be hated and disliked.

Lin Zhilan covered her ears and left.

Ye Congshan had no choice but to grab the two younger ones and say, "You two should try to persuade your master. We in the department should try to get along better."

"I won't listen, I won't listen!" Lin Zijun mimicked Lin Zhilan's tone, covered his ears, and ran away.

Ye Congshan looked at Qin Qing.

Qin Qing has always been sensible and polite...

The next second, Qin Qing covered her ears and walked out of the ward muttering to herself.

Ye Congshan: "..."

"Hehe." Liu Feng couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this.

Meeting Ye Congshan's gaze, he immediately pursed his lips and apologized, "I'm sorry..."

"It's none of your business." Ye Congshan waved his hand helplessly and told him to get some rest.

After this incident, Chang San was clearly "isolated".

Lin Zhilan didn't even give him a glance.

Lin Zijun and Qin Qing naturally followed suit, closely adhering to their master's footsteps.

However, Chang San didn't seem to care, and would deliberately avoid Ye Congshan when he wanted to talk to him.

However, when it was time to leave work in the afternoon...

Lin Zhilan and her two apprentices left work on time, and Liu Feng was also picked up by Aunt Yu.

Ye Congshan then cornered Chang San in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Director Ye?"

Chang San frowned and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I am Congshan, Little Leaf, do you remember me?"

Chang San lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression. "I don't remember. Director Ye must have mistaken me for someone else."

Seeing that he wouldn't admit it, Ye Congshan was forced to ask, "I heard that you were sent down to which fishing village? I wonder how your father is doing now?"

Chang San finally stopped in his tracks.

When you meet an old friend, you should catch up.

But Chang San is no longer the young master he used to be.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea," Ye Congshan said, closing the door behind him.

Chang San swallowed hard and sat down opposite Ye Congshan.

He took the initiative to talk about what had happened over the years.

The pharmacy where Ye Congshan used to be an apprentice was the largest pharmacy in the entire Southern Province.

They also engaged in the business of buying and reselling medicinal herbs.

In the 1960s, the Shen family was classified as capitalists, and all their assets were confiscated.

Chang San and his family were sent down to a small fishing village on an island.

My father has passed away.

"Ah..." Ye Congshan called out briefly, unsure of what to say.

Chang San's voice was flat as he continued, "Later, only my wife and I were left at home, and we had a daughter."

Ye Congshan smiled with relief. "That's good. It's good that you're not alone."

Chang San looked up at him, his eyes sunken like two big holes. "When my daughter was four years old, she had a fever and contracted polio. My wife believed a swindler who traveled around and used all the money, ration coupons and grain we had to buy a prescription."

Ye Congshan was completely silent, unable to utter a single word.

Chang San continued, "I called the police, but my wife couldn't even describe the man's appearance or accent clearly. The police investigated for over a month without any results. She was traumatized..."

At this point, a flicker of emotion finally appeared on Chang San's usually calm and composed face.

"When I went to the beach to collect clams, she attempted suicide. She was rescued, but she had gone insane."

Chang San looked down at his calloused hands.

"The people in the fishing village were xenophobic, but they only accepted our family after they learned that I could cure diseases."

Chang San looked up at him. "Director Ye, is there anything else you need to tell me?"