Volume 1 Chapter 125

  Fang Mo Nan gave him a white eye, "Nothing's wrong! Let's just run another check!"

  "It's not that obvious, it still looks fine, no need to check." Cheng Shixi said: "I'll go take a shower first, I'm covered in stinky sweat, we can talk about it at the dinner table later."

  Fang Mo Nan also bid farewell and left, washing up. She came out of the bath, wiping her hair with a towel, picked up the phone on the bedside table, connected it, and heard Jerry's loud shouting on the other end of the phone. She moved the phone slightly away, but could still hear the "roar" from the other end. After a while, she said, "Sorry! Is everything okay with Jeremy on your side?"

  Jerry held the phone and calmed down, "Nothing's changed, just that you walked out for a whole night without calling, don't you think it would make people worry?"

  "Hehe...... I left a note." Fang Mo Nan said listlessly.

  "You call that a note? It just says you're going out with friends, doesn't say where or when you'll be back." Jerry picked up the simple note, and Huo directly jumped up.

  "At that time, I didn't know where to go either, but the patients I met..." Fang Monan changed the subject on the phone, talking about the treatment situation, and finally calmed down his 'anger'.

  "When will I be back? Tomorrow I still have to go back for a follow-up examination!" Jerry said.

  "It can't be delayed, I'll go back as soon as possible." Fang Mo Nan said after some thought.

  "Alright! I'm hanging up." Jerry said and hung up the phone, finally able to get some rest after being worried about that "bad kid" all night.

  Fang Mo Nan stuck out her tongue, finally passing the test. She combed her hair and changed into a new set of clothes before exiting the room. An Qi Er was excited to see her come out and wanted to hug her, but she dodged away, not being used to physical contact with others. An Qi Er could only hold onto her hands, shaking them vigorously, "Thank you."

  "What's wrong? It's only right, it's my duty." Fang Mo Nan couldn't take this enthusiasm, luckily Cheng Shi Xi appeared to rescue her, "An Qi Er, time for breakfast, talk later after eating."

  "Oh! Let's go!" Angel pulled Fang Mo Nan's hand and walked towards the dining room, Uncle Biao stood beside the dinner table. His eyes were shining with tears, his face was excited and he didn't know what to say to express his feelings at this moment.

  "Uncle Bing! Eat first. It's not too late to talk after dinner." Hong Yaoguang said, his emotions were introverted and he didn't easily reveal his feelings, but his face was much kinder, expressing the joy in his heart.

  "Alright! I'll bring it right up." Brother Bing turned around, wiping away the happy tears from his eyes, and quickly brought up a sumptuous Hong Kong-style breakfast.

  The table was filled with a stack of exquisite Cantonese dim sum, with a wide variety of delicate and beautiful dishes. The colors, smells, tastes, and shapes were all perfectly presented. There were steamed green tea shrimp dumplings, crab roe xiaolongbao, pan-fried chicken legs, fried stone bass, black truffle mushrooms, foie gras, crab meat small steamer buns, pickled skin egg tarts, abalone fresh shrimp congee, celery fragrance soup, white dumplings crispy skin, turtle-back cake, cod fish rolls, lotus seed paste secret recipe, papaya paste, pineapple bun, crab meat small steamer buns thin skin, pan-fried shrimp dumplings, and stir-fried rice flour.

  "Wow... so much, Uncle Bing has brought out his home-cooked skills." Anqi'er swallowed her saliva, with a greedy look on her face. "It's still Dr. Fang's treat, this will be a feast!"

  Hong Yaoqiang picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat your food! So many words."

  Everyone picked up their chopsticks and started eating. The shrimp dumplings had a skin as white as snow, thin as paper, and semi-transparent, with the filling vaguely visible. They tasted smooth, refreshing, and delicious, tempting people to eat more, truly a top-grade dish.

  "Delicious! Authentic." Fang Mo said after swallowing. The others nodded in agreement, praising Uncle Bing's culinary skills.

  How can dim sum be without tea? The soup is golden in color, rich and clear like amber, with a natural fragrance of orchid. When you eat the delicate pastries, they melt in your mouth, and when you take a sip of tea, the food slowly slides down into your digestive system, playing out a happy tune. Is this not what it means to be an immortal?

  "Good tea! Top-grade Tieguanyin." Fang Mernan said.

  "Dr. Fang is also a connoisseur of tea," said Uncle Bing in surprise. Nowadays, young people only like coffee and cola, these foreign drinks, which are not as good as the tea left by our ancestors.

  "It's just a rough idea." Fang Mosou smiled and said. "Seven bubbles of residual fragrance, creek moon dew, full heart joyful ridge cloud waves" This is a beautiful sentence on the tea packaging gift box.

  "Dr. Fang was being modest, but this couplet describes Tieguanyin perfectly." Hong Yaoguang said with a smile.

  "What does it mean? I don't understand," Angel asked.

  Hong Yaoqiang said: "The upper rhyme is 'seven bubbles of fragrance', praising the Guanyin rhyme of Tieguanyin tea, which is lasting and fragrant. It's not just tea, but also a creek, moon, and dew in the tea soup. The word 'moon' gives a special aesthetic atmosphere, that is, drinking tea on a moonlit night. The word 'creek' is closely related to the origin of Tieguanyin, 'Fujian Anxi', and also gives another aesthetic atmosphere, that is, the place where tea is brewed and drunk, where you can see or hear the sound of running water. The word 'dew' gives an aesthetic atmosphere, that is, the tea is like dew, moistening life. Therefore, each word can increase the experience and interest of drinking tea, increasing the beauty of the experience, with a spiritual charm in every word."

  He paused for a moment and continued: "The lower rhyme is 'joy'. There is a saying that 'heart peace joy', which implies the origin of Tieguanyin, Fujian Anxi's 'peace', echoing with the previous sentence's 'creek'. Grasping joy is grasping the unique tea interest of Guanyin rhyme. This joy is not only in the heart of tea people but also seems to be shared by the tea mountain, cloud sky, and pine wind. The word 'mountain' connects with the previous sentence, indicating that the place where tea is brewed and drunk is on the tea mountain. 'Bright moon shines between pines, clear spring flows over stones.' It's in such a poetic tea mountain that one drinks tea. The word 'cloud' gives joy to the heart, as if flying above the clouds. Drinking Tieguanyin, the poetic charm of tea goes straight up to the clouds. The word 'wind' gives a unique atmosphere, inviting joy: as if experiencing it personally, when drinking tea, there is a clear breeze on both sides, and the wind is rustling through the pines..."

  "Great job! Mr. Hong is very knowledgeable!" Fang Mo Nan said.

  "That's the good part of this couplet." Hong Yaoqiang said lightly, "Doctor Fang doesn't need to call me Mr. Hong, I'm older than you, just like them, call me Brother Qiang."

  "Alright, Brother Qiang!" Fang Mo Nan smiled and nodded in agreement.

  "Then you have to call me Brother Xi." said Cheng Shixi.

  "You're taking advantage of me because I'm younger!" Fang Mo Nan teased.

  "Haha... can't be helped, it's not our fault." Cheng Shixi shrugged and said with a rogue expression.

  The atmosphere at breakfast was lively, and after finishing the meal in a noisy and boisterous manner, Fang Mo Nan carefully checked Hong Yao Qiang's pulse again. "Alright, this time all the blood stasis has been cleared up cleanly. However, since your eyes have just recovered, it would be best to wear sunglasses when going out to avoid strong light."

  "Thank you, Dr. Fang." Hong Yaoqiang changed from lying on the sofa to sitting up.

  Cheng Shixi asked curiously: "Doctor Fang, without surgery, how did you cure Qiang Ge's illness?"

  "Yes...yes..." Angel nodded hastily, extremely curious.

  "Qigong!" Fang Mo Nan said, not daring to say that he was practicing the immortal family's kung fu. Looking at the two of them with an expression as if they had never seen such a thing before, Fang Mo Nan grabbed their hands and let them personally feel the internal energy entering his body.

  "Wow, it turns out that internal energy really exists in this world!" Angie's eyes sparkled like she had discovered a new toy, "Is it like in martial arts novels where you can fly on rooftops and walk on walls, leaving no footprints in the snow?"

  "That's not real, how can it be so magical?" Fang Mo Nan said with a smile and shook his head.

  Cheng Shixi said: "Just now being thrown out by you is due to internal force."

  "Hmm! Otherwise, with your build, how could you have fallen out?" Fang Mo Nan said.

  "I've finally regained some of my self-respect." Cheng Shixi comforted himself.

  Anqi'er's face was filled with disappointment. She asked again reluctantly: "Can I use acupuncture points then?"

  "Those who don't know acupuncture points will know how to use needles." Fang Mosou didn't tell the truth, these words were half true and half false.

  Angel hung her head in despair, clearly stunned.

  "Master, do we still need to go see a doctor..." Before he could finish speaking, Hong Yaoqiang's face suddenly fell and he cut in, "Bing Shu..." "I'm fine, let's talk about other things later."

  "It's Young Master!" Uncle Biao fell silent and didn't speak again, probably thinking that the person who cured your illness hasn't even left yet, it's too unfeeling to go to the hospital for another detailed check-up.

  Fang Mo Nan seemed as if he hadn't heard their conversation and took a sip of tea.

  "Doctor Fang, I'll have to trouble you with Uncle Bing's leg again." Hong Yaoguang said calmly, his concern evident.

  Everyone looked at Fang Mo Nan again, she frowned, "Uncle Biao's legs are a bit troublesome, I haven't done surgery independently before, and I've never been the chief surgeon." Medicine is something that relies on accumulated experience, she didn't dare to make a reckless move.

  "This..." Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say or do next.

  "Master, don't bother about my leg anymore. So many years have passed and it's still the same. If not, I can just use a wheelchair!" Uncle Biao said with self-mockery. This leg of his had been treated by many famous surgeons in the past, but none of them could do anything about it. Later on, he didn't give up either, but the result was always the same.

  "Hey, hey! Are you guys misunderstanding? I just said I won't be the main surgeon, not that I can't treat." She looked at everyone with their heads hung low and listless. "It seems like we need to get Old Man Fei from Philadelphia to perform the surgery."

  "Oh! You've finished speaking, look at this big gasp, it scared us." Angie said with a pat on her chest.

  "Hong Yaoqiang said, "Alright! But when are we going to look for you.""

  "I still have to go back to Los Angeles for a follow-up tomorrow, and then I'll be in Philadelphia the day after," Fang Mo Nan said.

  "That's all for now." Cheng Shixi said with a wave of his hand.

  "Fang Mo Nan heard their decision and said, 'Then I have to hurry back to Los Angeles.' After finishing breakfast, it was already late."

  "Then I'll send you." Cheng Shixi put on his overcoat, drove the car out of the garage, loaded Fang Moxin, opened the window and waved goodbye to everyone before driving away.

  "If you weren't in such a hurry to get back, we should have had a good time playing around here." Cheng Shixi said, gripping the steering wheel.

  "Let's see!" Fang Mo Nan said calmly.