The old man finally sat down at the table, extending his hand slowly, and said, "Please, I've had this old injury for many years. I've sought treatment from notable doctors within the Great Qin, but most were only able to treat the symptoms for temporary relief and not address the root cause. I heard about your benevolent heart and skillful hands, hehe...."
As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He glanced at Wu Tiejun - his eyes filled with helplessness.
Clearly, the old man held little hope for this medical consultation - it was mostly due to Wu Tiejun's persistent persuasion that he came, holding onto a mere glimmer of hope.
Another part of him was eager to expose this so-called quack-doctor - if such was the case.
Wu Tiejun had a serious expression on his face as he solemnly said, "Your words are not right, sir! If one is ill, they should seek treatment, and if one is injured, they should seek healing. The world has no panacea doctors, but it does have good doctors who excel in their field. Maybe Doctor Feng specializes in treating chronic injuries? Give it a try, it might just work!"
The old man's forehead muscle twitched.
He glanced at Wu Tiejun bitterly, sighed helplessly, and fell silent.
As the Grand Supervisor of the Green Clothes Division of the Heavenly Clothes of the Great Qin in Tiannan, he held significant position and authority. Even some officials, who were of a higher rank than him, did not have his freedom or disregard of restrictions.
But who knows his inner struggle and sorrow?
Could a higher-up, possibly, help me by transferring this young man, Wu Tiejun from my administration?
Dealing with someone who is so stubborn, rigidly formal, inflexible, and as obstinate as a rock in a cesspit is truly difficult.
Especially as his subordinate, this Grand Supervisor was often so defied by Wu Tiejun that he didn't want to say a word.
His magic phrase was always: "Your words are not right, sir."
Every time he heard this, he wanted to rush back to the Capital City, drag out Wu Tiejun's grandfather from his home, and give him a good beating.
How ridiculous!
Contradicting everything he said, if it weren't for the fact that your grandfather and my father were old comrades, you would have been sent off to the ends of the earth long ago.
For instance, this time, he had clearly expressed his unwillingness to come. But there stood Wu Tiejun, refusing to budge.
Wu Tiejun followed him everywhere, always saying the same thing.
"Sir, you need to see the doctor."
His tone was as rigid and unyielding as a command - Who's in charge here, me or you? Am I not dozens ranks above you?
But... there was no help for it.
"I will not go, with so much work pressing on me, where do I find the time to see a doctor? Moreover this illness, even the Capital City doctors couldn't cure, would a country doctor be able to?"
"Your words are not right, sir!"
"You are my subordinate, you should know respect and obey orders. I said I won't go, so I won't go."
"Your words are not right, sir! You ought to treat your illness."
"Get out!"
"Your words are not right, sir. I came here because this is a serious matter and for the sake of your health."
"You, you... you're going to be the death of me!"
"Your words are not right, sir. My sole intention is to serve the public..."
The outburst left the old man feeling like he was full of shit.
He was almost on the verge of collapsing.
Having no other choice, he had to avoid Wu Tiejun. But who would have thought that even when he needed to use the toilet, Wu Tiejun still insisted on following him.
He didn't need the toilet himself, he stood still opposite and watched as he relieved himself...
And while he was urinating, Wu Tiejun tried to persuade him: "Sir, you really must see a doctor. Look at you now, even your urine is freezing..."
"Go to hell... is it alright if I go?!"
Unable to bear it any longer, the old man erupted in a rage. After an outburst, he finally agreed to follow Wu Tiejun to see a doctor...
I simply can't afford to upset him!
I also need to see, what kind of spell did this wilder doctor cast on Wu Tiejun? He believed so deeply without a doubt.
If anyone wants a hard-nosed, stubborn sort of person to fully respect and acknowledge them, it would surely take considerable ability.
Even his own grandfather hadn't managed to do that, yet a country doctor could.
Inwardly, the old man was full of helplessness, hoping that, either this subordinate could be transferred away, or he himself could be transferred away…
It's unbearable... Why must there be such an inflexible person in this world?
It's better to transfer this person away to headquarters, out of his sight. But, on thinking of this, his spirits fell.
This person, hard and foul-smelling as a rock in a cesspit, was indeed driven down from the headquarters, step by step, demoted and relegated over a decade from the capital to Dao, then from Dao to the Prefecture, and from Prefecture to Province.
He has now reached the remote Yuezhou in frontier regions.
From being a general to a commander of a thousand troops, then to a commander of five hundred, then to a commander of three hundred, to a leader of a hundred troops, to a troop leader of fifty, and now, he is merely a troop leader of thirty....
There is no further relegation possible!
He is the only troop leader of thirty with a rank of sixth official in the whole Great Qin Empire - he is a real one and only dung beetle.
Yet, when things got to this point, he was still unrepentant.
His stubbornness had become more intolerable...
Lost in thought, he realized that the young doctor had removed his fingers from his wrist.
He looked up and asked, "So, how is it?"
Wu Tiejun also stepped forward, his eyes full of expectation as he gazed at Feng Yin, clearly hoping that Feng Yin would provide a viable solution to the illness.
...
After several cases of "old internal injuries" were treated by Feng Yin yesterday, leaving their patients in a daze, Feng Yin's reputation as a divine healer spread widely.
As a result, Wu Tiejun's confidence in Feng Yin had increased significantly.
That resulted in him practically exhausting himself the previous night to persuade his aged superior.