"Alright, I’ll figure it out. Are there any other herbs needed?" Zhao Jingcheng asked.
Zhu Yanyi thought for a moment. "Other herbs can be bought at any traditional pharmacy."
"Okay, I’ll go find the lingzhi right away." Zhao Jingcheng nodded, then asked, "What about ginseng?"
Zhu Yanyi shook her head slightly. "Her body is too weak to handle strong tonics. Ginseng would be poison for her right now. So please, do not look for ginseng. Even if you find it, I won’t use it."
"Understood." Zhao Jingcheng left.
The director of Jinling Hospital, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Excuse me, may I ask where the young doctor is from?"
Zhu Yanyi raised an eyebrow at her. "Who are you?"
The director smiled gently. "I am Li Lijun, the director of this hospital."
"Hello, Director Li," Zhu Yanyi said with a small smile.
Zhao Jingcheng hurriedly explained, "Director Li, I’m so sorry for not informing you earlier. You know my brother’s condition; we couldn’t wait. This is the youngest disciple of Master Yao. I specially invited this little divine doctor to treat my brother."
"A disciple of Master Yao?" Li Lijun’s eyes lit up. Everyone in the medical field in China knew Master Yao’s name. He was incredibly famous, especially recently for developing a medicinal powder that was excellent for wounds. It had become essential military medicine and was ready for mass production. "So the little divine doctor is Master Yao’s disciple. I have heard much about you."
Zhu Yanyi smiled seeing her reaction. "Director Li, I am my master’s disciple, but I am not famous yet. Please don’t be so polite. However, rest assured, I have obtained my Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner Certificate, so you don’t need to worry about me practicing without a license." She handed her a certificate.
Li Lijun waved his hands quickly. "No one dares to impersonate Master Yao’s disciple. Since you say so, I trust you completely. No need to check." He then asked, "But, little divine doctor, can you tell me what exactly is wrong with Mr. Zhao?"
Zhu Yanyi nodded. "That is the other matter I wanted to discuss. Senior Brother Zhao’s injuries are divided into two parts: one is the leg injury, and the other is an internal injury."
"Internal injury?" Li Lijun asked. Knowing Zhao Guangzong was a martial artist, he immediately thought of internal martial arts injuries.
Zhu Yanyi nodded slightly, then shook her head. "The internal injury can be called an internal injury in medical terms, but it is different from martial arts internal injuries. Someone sabotaged Senior Brother Zhao."
"What?" Zhao Jingcheng panicked. "Little divine doctor, you must save my brother." Zhao Guangzong was the pillar of the Zhao family; he could not fall.
Zhu Yanyi looked at Zhao Jingcheng speechlessly. "Didn’t I come here to save her? Besides, even if you didn’t say anything, she is my senior brother, so I would save her anyway. The treatment is in two parts. First, I will treat the internal injury, so you must find the lingzhi as soon as possible. Once the internal injury is mostly healed, I will perform surgery. I hope Director Li can keep this surgery confidential, because I will use a combination of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine techniques. Many of the TCM methods cannot be revealed to the public, which is also a requirement of my sect."
Every sect had its own characteristics. Zhu Yanyi made up this excuse, and Li Lijun did not doubt it at all. She nodded seriously. "No problem. I will fully cooperate when the time comes."