The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"You, you never have patience!" Taoist Priest Li scolded, "Don't think I'm bluffing. There's a deep meaning behind this. Doctors hate it most when patients don't trust them and become suspicious. They talk in mysterious ways and package themselves up to avoid being questioned. Then they change the prescription or increase or decrease the dosage. Then they will misunderstand that I'm not a good doctor, which is a small matter. The most serious thing is to delay the treatment of the disease."

"Master, please rest assured. I absolutely believe in your medical skills!" An Yi said sincerely. What a joke. Isn't it that the person who can be trusted and befriended by Mr. Ding for many years must be an extraordinary person? I still have some sense.

"Hmm." Taoist Priest Li nodded slightly, very satisfied with the girl's ability to recognize talent: "Then I'll be sorry to ask you to write down your birth date on paper." As he said that, he signaled his young disciple to hand over paper and pen.

Birth date? Is this a Chinese doctor or fortune teller? An Yi couldn't hide his surprise. Ding Hong's eyes flashed, but he just watched without saying anything.

"Eight characters and Chinese medicine are both branches of Yin-Yang theory, which is the "unity of man and nature", so medicine and divination have been inseparable since ancient times. The theory of traditional Chinese medicine is to study the five elements and six qi. The eight characters are used to see what year, month, day and time you were born, and then analyze and identify your congenital constitution, which helps doctors diagnose the disease. The essence of Chinese medicine is balance, and the five elements represent the five internal organs of the human body, which are mutually generated and restrained to maintain balance." Taoist Priest Li talked about his profession, and he couldn't stop: "I will give you some examples. For example, you can't stop immediately after intense exercise. This is for prosperity and not to be restrained..."

"The date of birth is..." Ding Hong casually reported a set of dates. He really couldn't stand the old man's nagging: "Her native place and birthplace are both local. Let her tell the specific time herself."

"Ah? Oh... Let me recall, it was noon..." An Yi forced herself to retract her surprised gaze towards the boss, and with an awkward but polite smile, she told the elder opposite her her birthday. Although she had experienced the boss's powerful memory several times, she couldn't help but admire him again. However, revealing her personal information without her consent was definitely a step too far, right? Although An Yi was about to tell the Taoist priest, it seemed, perhaps, that it didn't matter who said it, and it would seem petty to care about it. This unspeakable frustration made An Yi take a few deep breaths in silence, forcing herself to divert her attention to ignore the unhappiness in her heart.

Taoist Priest Li pretended not to notice the undercurrent between the two little guys, and ordered the young Taoist to light a stick of incense. Then he concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, either counting with his fingers or writing incomprehensible words and symbols on rice paper with a brush.

Wow! This is a scene that often appears on TV. An Yi leaned over to watch, so absorbed that even his own breathing seemed to be a disturbance. Ding Hong seemed to be concerned about Yincha, but he had already taken in every move of the people around him. He just felt funny in his heart, raised his eyes again and looked at the sanctimonious old man Li, thinking: Your profound appearance is really intimidating. At the same time, he was surprised that the Taoist priest would actually ask about An Yi's horoscope... Ding Hong originally wanted to make this request, and since it was like this, it saved him a lot of trouble.

In fact, the combination of fortune-telling and pulse diagnosis is a more accurate method of diagnosis, but this method is time-consuming and exhausting. Unless it is an important person or a difficult disease, Taoist Li rarely does this. Why did he go to such great lengths for An Yi? Ding Hong leisurely raised the teacup, blew away the foam, and took a sip.

Before the incense stick was completely burned, Taoist Li had already stopped writing. He closed his eyes, concentrated, held his breath and adjusted his qi. After a moment, his hands danced flexibly and he made hand gestures, then quickly returned to his knees and adjusted his qi again. The young Taoist priest standing beside him brought a copper basin and towel, and waited for Taoist Li to open his eyes, wash his hands and wipe them clean, then he smiled and said: "I'm sorry to have kept you two waiting for a long time, but this 'method of taking the pulse is to have an empty mind', that is, when you are treating a patient, you must be humble and calm. An empty mind can make you precise, and a calm mind can make you meticulous. Let the spirit of the mind flow to the fingertips, and when the finger is pointed, the heart will understand..."

A light cough was heard, startling the person who was shaking his head while talking, and also waking up the person who was nodding frequently while listening. Both of them glanced at Ding Hong with angry eyes. Ding Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly. He just wanted to save everyone's time, but he suffered two glares in vain. Why bother coming here?

Taoist Priest Li seemed to have lost interest in teaching, and then began the three steps of "looking, smelling, and asking", and finally proceeded to the most critical "cutting". The young Taoist placed a small soft pillow in front of An Yi, guided her to adjust her sitting posture, and then put her right wrist on it. When Taoist Priest Li's fingertips landed on An Yi's wrist, even though she was mentally prepared, her body still stiffened, and she couldn't even find the rhythm of breathing in and out. Although she knew in her heart that this might interfere with the pulse, An Yi just couldn't relax. In addition to the sensitivity to skin touch, another reason was that the person who examined her was a hermit master who had been employed by her boss's family for many years. How could she not be nervous because her psychological quality had never been up to standard?

"comfortable."

"what?"

An Yi subconsciously turned his head to look towards the source of the low call.

It's the boss. Of course it's the boss. It can only be the boss. That calm voice, those deep eyes, that straight nose, those thin lips that always have a hint of ruffianism, and that clean jaw.

An Yi stared at the cold face that she usually dared not look at directly. Why did she feel something different at this moment, as if the polar ice peaks had shown signs of melting, smoothing out the hard edges that were cut by a knife or an axe. Although it was far from the sound of spring water after the snow melted, it was more like it was deviated by a sudden temperate monsoon. Could this change be caused by the power of global warming? Or was it the scorching sun that could not be blocked by the shade of the trees outside?

"Relax."

At this moment, An Yi witnessed with his own eyes how these three words were uttered from the boss's thin lips. At the same time, he was also shocked to find that he had the leisure to be distracted at this important moment when the master was taking his pulse!

She quickly withdrew her gaze from the boss's face and hurriedly said "Oh". She was afraid that it was too perfunctory, so she replied with a serious expression: "Okay, boss." But she no longer had the courage to look at him. An Yi turned back like a deserter and watched Taoist Li taking her pulse with great concentration. However, the slender jade fingers that were deeply embedded in the chair cushion did not escape Ding Hong's sharp eyes. And the deliberately straight back betrayed the embarrassment of this little woman.

What should I do? I wanted her to be less reserved, but now it's even worse! Ding Hong smiled playfully, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, softening his usually cold jawline. If someone in the room saw this scene, they would definitely look up to see if the ceiling was damaged, otherwise how could there be a meter of sunlight falling here.

Looking at An Yi again, her soft lips, which were naturally light pink and never wore lip gloss, seemed to be suffering because of their owner.

You, every time you are in a bad mood, you just bite your lips. Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you afraid of biting it? Ding Hong sighed. He restrained the urge to pull An Yi's chin again. This seemed to have become an obsession for him, and Ding Hong could only restrain himself secretly. However, he let his eyes staring at those soft lips, unable to move, go unnoticed, and even ignored the probing eyes cast by Taoist Li.

Suddenly, Ding Hong realized a problem: Why did Xiao Yang and Taoist Li find out that he was different? Even Uncle Han noticed it and came to ask about it a few days ago. Although he thought he just wanted to keep this "excellent employee", why didn't An Yi notice it at all? Did he really hide it well enough? Maybe it was just that people had never noticed or cared about him. After all, how could a woman who didn't even dare to look into his eyes have the chance to discover the hidden mood in his eyes?

With this realization, Ding Hong's temples suddenly began to throb with pain. He raised his hand and pressed gently in the hope of getting some relief, and closed his eyes helplessly.

The idle young Taoist priest standing aside was looking at Ding Hong in confusion. He felt that the expression of this distinguished guest had changed several times in a short period of time. Now he looked uncomfortable. He should really listen to the advice of his master who took his pulse.

"Okay." Taoist Li finally announced that the pulse diagnosis was over.

An Yi gently dropped her numb arm to her knees and used her other hand to massage it secretly. It was a long diagnosis process, so long that her back muscles, which had been stiff due to tension, had already relaxed due to fatigue. No wonder Master Li had to take such a long rest before.

The young Taoist priest brought An Yi a bowl of warm Tremella soup and a wet towel, then turned around and brought the copper basin to Li Daochang to wash his hands and face, and served him a cup of tea that was just the right temperature for drinking. The series of actions were smooth and the rhythm and speed were just right, which showed that the young Taoist priest had a good grasp of his master's pulse-taking time and habits.

Taoist Li drank tea, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and finally finished recuperation. An Yi was waiting for this moment, and hurriedly stood up and said sincerely: "Thank you, Master, for spending so much time and energy on a nobody like me. I don't know the Taoist rules, and I don't know how to reward you, so please give me some advice."

From the few words of Taoist Li, An Yi understood: the fact that Mr. Ding has been in contact for many years, that he has been given rare items as gifts all year round, and that he has been searched for by others, is enough to prove that the old man in front of him must be a master of medicine who lives in seclusion here. Let alone the consultation fee, even if you offer a high price, I am afraid that he will not be willing to accept the consultation easily. The boss has asked the master to treat him now, which is a huge favor to him. Although the boss meant to feel his pulse for free, An Yi also thought that it would only take a few minutes, but she didn't expect the old man to treat her so seriously... She is not the kind of shameless person, and she must pay the consultation fee in person to feel at ease.

Speaking of the consultation fee, oh! An Yi's heart couldn't help but bleed: I'm afraid that I'll have to pay several months' salary here, and maybe it's just a friendly price!

As for the words about being in the deep mountains and old forests, not being able to see patients, and being itchy with skills, if An Yi had been half-believing and half-doubting before, now she just wanted to curse: "Boss, boss, I don't believe you!"