Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Liu Zhaohui's face changed. He understood what Xia Qingqing meant, but he still asked unwillingly, "Can it be cured?"

My younger sister is the most strong-willed. If she knew that I was stupid, she would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Mr. Liu, don't think that saving your sister is a simple matter just because I did it so easily. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm the only one in the world who can save her. If the injections were made a little wrong, your sister would be dead now. This is the best outcome."

Xia Qingqing's words were not polite at all. Liu Zhaohui looked embarrassed and realized that he was indeed too greedy.

"I'm sorry, I was too greedy. Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Xia!"

Liu Zhaohui apologized immediately.

"I understand. Mr. Liu, just don't forget the medical expenses. Considering my friendship with my wife, I'll give you a discount of 10 million."

Xia Qingqing said a number that surprised Liu Zhaohui. He thought it would be 30 million.

He quickly took out his checkbook, wrote a check for 10 million, expressed his gratitude, and said that he would come to thank his sister again after she got better.

Xia Qingqing also said some polite words and was about to leave the hospital, but was stopped by Dr. Andrew at the door.

"Ms. Xia, can I spare you a few minutes?"

Andrew also brought an interpreter, a male doctor in his thirties who spoke standard Beijing dialect.

"Are you from the capital?"

Xia Qingqing was a little surprised. This Beijing dialect was quite pure. If you didn't grow up in Beijing, you wouldn't be able to describe the taste.

"Correct."

The man smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Andrew wants to talk to you. Don't worry, he means no harm. This foreign old man is quite upright. He is my teacher."

Xia Qingqing agreed, and the three of them went to Andrew's office. On the way, she chatted with Zhou Cheng, the man who spoke in Beijing dialect.

To be precise, it was Zhou Cheng who took the initiative to talk to her, and his tone was very familiar, as if he was a friend who had known her for a long time, which made Xia Qingqing very confused.

She was very sure that this was the first time she met Zhou Cheng today and she had definitely never seen him before.

"Qiubai and my brother are good brothers, Jinyi can be considered as half my apprentice, and Yingjun has loved peeing in the pit since he was a child." Zhou Cheng smiled mischievously.

"You...you know them?"

Xia Qingqing was so shocked that she stuttered. She quickly guessed it and said in surprise, "You are Zhou Dao's brother, right?"

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding with Qiu Bai."

Zhou Cheng smiled and stretched out his hand.

"We received your gift. Thank you, Brother Tuesday."

Xia Qingqing grabbed his hand excitedly. She was so happy to meet someone she knew in a foreign land.

She had heard of Zhou Dao's second brother a long time ago. He was sent abroad to study a few years ago. Before studying abroad, Zhou Cheng was a military doctor in the army. Si Jinyi went against his family and went to study medicine under the guidance of Zhou Cheng. Si Jinyi still often mentions Zhou Cheng.

"When did you come to Hong Kong? I wish I had known this earlier."

Xia Qingqing felt a little regretful. If she had known that Zhou Cheng was in Gangcheng, she would have brought some specialties from Beijing. Aunt Zhou missed her son so much that she went crazy.

"I came here with my teacher two years ago, but I don't spend much time in Gangcheng. I'm often outside." Zhou Cheng said with a smile.

Upon closer inspection, he looks very similar to his younger brother Zhou Dao. Both appear gentle on the surface, but have a cold temperament underneath. And looking at his physique, it is obvious that he exercises regularly and is not a weak scholar.

Andrew, who was left out, shouted in dissatisfaction, mumbling something. Xia Qingqing asked in a low voice: "What did this foreign old man say?"

"He said we ignored him." Zhou Cheng said with a smile.

He also replied a few words in English, and then said to Xia Qingqing: "Teacher, I want to know what medicine you gave Mrs. Lin. Is it a hemostatic medicine?"

Not only Andrew was curious, Zhou Cheng also wanted to know how Mrs. Lin could stop the bleeding successfully with just a small pill.

He and his teacher tried every possible way to stop the bleeding, but failed. If this medicine could be used on the battlefield, it would surely save countless soldiers.

Zhou Cheng used to be a military doctor. He knew that many wounded soldiers rescued on the battlefield could actually be saved if the bleeding could be stopped quickly.

There is a cruel truth: many soldiers did not die from enemy fire, but from excessive blood loss.

"That's our family's secret recipe, called the Resurrection Pill. As long as a person is still alive, taking this medicine can save him. But the ingredients for the recipe are gone, and I don't have much medicine left."

Xia Qingqing answered half-truthfully, and Zhou Cheng translated it for Andrew.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is amazing. Cheng, ask Miss Xia what the effects of those needles she gave you are."

Andrew was very disappointed to learn that the medicinal material had been lost. He also wanted to buy the prescription at a high price for research.

Zhou Cheng translated it.

"It saves lives. People are alive only because they are holding on to a breath. My injections are to bring back the patient's breath that is about to disappear. Foreigners don't understand this, I guess. They even say that ginseng and radish have the same ingredients!"

Xia Qingqing shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't explain Chinese medicine to foreigners at all.

"My teacher should be able to understand. He is very interested in traditional Chinese medicine and has done research on it."

Zhou Cheng smiled and translated it for Andrew.

Andrew nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and his eyes turned respectful when he looked at Xia Qingqing. This girl was young, but her medical skills were much better than his.

"Cheng, ask her if she has any good hemostatic medicine?"

Andrew's blue eyes were cunning. The medicine that could bring the dead back to life had been lost, but there should be medicine to stop bleeding, right?

"Yes, but I have already given the prescription to the troops. My hemostatic medicine is already being used on the front lines. If your teacher wants it, ask the troops to buy it."

Xia Qingqing told the truth that no matter how high the price the foreigners offered, she would not sell the prescription. She would rather give it to the army for free.

Chinese prescriptions must be used on Chinese people. If foreigners want to use them, they have to pay for the medicine.

"It turns out that the hemostatic medicine at the front line was the prescription of my brother-in-law. Thank you."

Zhou Cheng was very surprised. He had heard that a new hemostatic drug was used on the front line with very good results, saving many soldiers. Xia Qingqing did a great good deed that benefited the country and the people.

"The soldiers are on the front line defending their country. I just gave them a prescription. It's nothing."

What Xia Qingqing said was from her heart, which made Zhou Cheng admire her even more. He and Andrew translated it. The old foreign man's eyes widened, and he looked at Xia Qingqing as if he was looking at a big baby.

"Cheng, ask her if she is willing to be my student. No, I am not worthy of being her teacher. Ask her if she is willing to come to the school to be a teacher."

Andrew was so excited that he was a little incoherent. Zhou Cheng didn't translate this time and directly refused: "Teacher, she won't agree, and do you think the school will agree?"

"I'll convince the school to just forget it and pretend I didn't say anything."

Andrew sighed in frustration and muttered a few words, cursing the school for being short-sighted.

Andrew strongly disagrees with the suppression of traditional Chinese medicine and the belittling of it in recent years. He believes in letting a hundred flowers bloom. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, or even tribal witch doctors, they all have their strengths and weaknesses. They should learn from each other and draw on each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses, rather than suppressing them unilaterally.

But his voice is insignificant and it is useless to oppose him. He cannot resist capital and can only sulk alone.

Andrew thought for a moment and asked hopefully, “Cheng, ask Ms. Xia if cancer patients can be cured?”