The next morning.
As Ye Qiu and Su Luo Ying went downstairs for breakfast, Master Sun emerged from his room.
Master Sun looked dishevelled, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
“Master, I’ve mastered the golden needle technique!”
Master Sun said excitedly.
“Congratulations,” Ye Qiu said, genuinely pleased.
Master Sun was older, and his comprehension was far inferior to Su Luo Ying’s, but mastering the golden needle technique in just a few days was still impressive.
“Thud!”
Master Sun knelt before Ye Qiu, respectfully kowtowing three times, and said gratefully, “Master, thank you.”
“No need for formalities. Get up and have breakfast,” Ye Qiu said.
Master Sun smiled, “I won’t disturb you and Mistress. I haven’t bathed in days, so I need to go home and change.”
“Fine, go rest well,” Ye Qiu instructed.
At nine in the morning, there was a knock at the villa’s gate.
“Luo Ying, come with me to greet our guests.”
Ye Qiu opened the villa door to find four National Medical Sages standing outside.
“Little Ye, you urgently called us old fellows to Jiangzhou. What’s the important matter?” Xu Liu asked as he entered.
The other three National Medical Sages also looked at Ye Qiu.
The previous night, after receiving Ye Qiu’s message, they immediately booked flights and took the earliest one from the capital to Jiangzhou.
“Senior Xu, don’t be anxious. Have some tea first.” Ye Qiu invited the four National Medical Sages into the courtyard and personally brewed tea for them.
Instantly, a rich osmanthus fragrance filled the courtyard.
“What fragrant tea!” Li Chunfeng’s eyes lit up. He took a sip and looked shocked, “Little Ye, this tea seems to be from Wuyi Mountain…”
“Correct, it’s from the mother tree at Wuyi Mountain,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.
The expressions of Xu Liu and the others shifted slightly.
Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao, known as the “King of Teas,” was renowned worldwide, and the tea from the mother tree was the finest of the finest.
The mother tree referred to six tea trees growing on Wuyi Mountain’s cliffs, nearly four hundred years old.
Since ancient times, the tea produced annually from these trees was offered as tribute to the state. During the Republic era, soldiers guarded them, and now they were listed as protected world cultural heritage.
The mother tree Da Hong Pao consisted of just a few trees, yielding only eight ounces annually, making its price exorbitantly high.
Years ago, twenty grams of this tea fetched over two hundred thousand at auction.
Nowadays, even money could hardly buy this tea. Ye Qiu’s small stash came from Elder Tang and Grandfather Ye.
Today, he used it to honour the four National Medical Sages, giving them great respect.
Upon hearing it was Da Hong Pao, Xu Liu and the others eagerly sipped their tea.
“Seniors, how’s the taste?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Exceptional,” Nie Xue Liang said.
“Little Ye, treating us to such fine tea, do you need our help with something?” Li Chunfeng said, “Just say it. We won’t refuse.”
Ye Qiu smiled, “I specifically invited you four seniors to Jiangzhou to discuss something.”
“A few days ago, I resigned from Jiangzhou Hospital because I’ll soon be heading to a distant place.”
“You’re all trusted allies, so I’ll be direct. I want Su Luo Ying to take on the role of Medical Saint.”
Instantly, their gazes fell on Su Luo Ying, and they exchanged glances.
“Little Ye, with all due respect, isn’t Miss Su a bit too young?” Acupuncture King Zhang Jiu Ling said.
Though he spoke tactfully, Ye Qiu understood that Zhang Jiu Ling doubted Su Luo Ying’s capability.
“As the saying goes, ambition doesn’t depend on age,” Ye Qiu smiled, “Luo Ying’s medical skills are no less than mine.”
Hearing this, Xu Liu was skeptical, “Little Ye, are you serious?”
“You’re all esteemed seniors. I wouldn’t dare deceive you,” Ye Qiu said, “Though Luo Ying is young, her medical talent is exceptional. She can channel qi through needles and knows many lost medical techniques.”
“Luo Ying, if you don’t mind, you could teach Zhang the Taiyi Divine Needle.”
Zhang Jiu Ling, having witnessed the marvel of the Taiyi Divine Needle from Ye Qiu, flushed with excitement at the offer.
Ye Qiu then asked Nie Xue Liang, “Elder Nie, you’re a master of orthopaedics. Are you interested in the Heaven-Mending Hand?”
Nie Xue Liang nodded, “The Heaven-Mending Hand is a divine technique. Of course I’m interested.”
Ye Qiu smiled, “Luo Ying, did you hear? Elder Nie is interested in the Heaven-Mending Hand. Teach it to him later.”
“Mm,” Su Luo Ying nodded softly.
“Thank you, Miss Su,” Nie Xue Liang said, clasping his fists in gratitude.
“Elder Li, you’re a master of pharmacology. Luo Ying is also highly skilled in it. You can exchange knowledge in the future.”
To Xu Liu, Ye Qiu said, “Senior Xu, you secluded yourself in Laoshan for decades. You must be interested in Laoshan Taoists and some Taoist techniques, right?”
“As it happens, Luo Ying knows some Taoist medical techniques.”
“If you’re interested, she can teach you later.”
The four National Medical Sages understood. Ye Qiu was making it clear that Su Luo Ying’s medical skills surpassed theirs.
Ye Qiu added, “Seniors, haven’t you always wanted to revive the glory of Chinese medicine and let more people understand it?”
“Imagine, if Chinese medicine had a female Medical Saint, how much attention would that draw?”
“Perhaps this is the opportunity to revitalise Chinese medicine.”
The four National Medical Sages nodded in agreement.
Su Luo Ying, beautiful and young, would shine like a star as Medical Saint, drawing the world’s attention to Chinese medicine.
The four exchanged glances again, and Li Chunfeng said, “Little Ye, you’ve made your case so well. We’ll state our position. We fully support Miss Su.”
Ye Qiu smiled, “Seniors, if you have any doubts, you can test Luo Ying.”
“No need. We trust you,” Li Chunfeng thought. Their combined age was centuries. Losing to a twenty-something girl would be utterly humiliating.
They knew Ye Qiu was prudent. If Su Luo Ying lacked true skill, he wouldn’t recommend her as Medical Saint.
“Seniors, since that’s settled, please guide Luo Ying in the future.”
“I don’t know how to thank you, so I’ll gift you some herbs.”
Ye Qiu took four thousand-year-old spiritual herbs from his Qiankun Bag.
Instantly, the old men breathed heavily.
“Little Ye, regarding Miss Su becoming Medical Saint, we’ll issue a notice upon returning. A month from now, we’ll hold the Medical Saint Ceremony for her.”
“Thank you, seniors.”
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly. For Su Luo Ying to become Medical Saint, he had spared no expense.
They chatted a while longer, and the four National Medical Sages left happily with the spiritual herbs.
“Xiao Zhan, prepare. We’re heading to the capital this afternoon!”
