Zhao Hui's words made Shen Qiang's eyes light up because she herself was a one-in-a-million beauty, otherwise Director Wang wouldn't be so schemingly eager to pursue her.
And her sister, who was a hundred times more beautiful than her, would undoubtedly be a top-tier beauty!
However, considering this might just be the pretty young woman's polite comment, Shen Qiang casually laughed and said, "Sure."
Seeing that Shen Qiang wasn't taking it seriously, the beautiful young woman hesitated slightly before blushing and removing her necklace from around her neck, forcefully stuffing it into Shen Qiang's hands.
"This is a family heirloom Water Grass Agate Pendant, it was supposed to be left to my sister after I got married, but you hold onto it for now. When you meet my sister, please hand it to her yourself."
Looking at the Water Grass Agate Pendant in his hand, still warm from the young woman's body temperature and emitting a faint scent, Shen Qiang asked in amazement, "Are you serious?"
"Of course!" the pretty young woman giggled, "We have a deal. When she comes back, I'll arrange for you to meet her. You can rest assured, in terms of looks alone, my sister is second to none among beautiful celebrities!"
With that, the pretty young woman returned to the hospital room with her child.
Holding the agate pendant, Shen Qiang stood in the hallway, stunned for a good ten seconds or more, before smiling and placing the agate pendant into his shirt pocket, then returned to the doctor's duty room.
In the duty room, Zhao Hui, who was playing with her phone and looking at the Health and Family Planning Committee website, immediately spoke upon seeing Shen Qiang, "Shen Qiang, how are you so amazing? The questions in this doctor's qualification exam were just unbelievable!"
"In Western medical textbooks, catheterization was invented in 1860 by a French doctor, Nélaton, using a rubber tube."
"But the correct answer is actually Ge Hong from the Jin Dynasty, who used a leek stalk, which was more than thirteen hundred years ahead of Western medicine!"
"Western surgery only began appearing after 1850, while two thousand years ago, the 'Inner Canon of Huangdi' already had records of surgery. Not only that, but Hua Tuo performed a major abdominal surgery over eighteen hundred years ago."
Looking helplessly at Shen Qiang, Zhao Hui said, "These correct answers are just mind-blowing! Normally, when we talk about surgery, we think it was invented by Westerners, that we Chinese are fools, only capable of learning from them."
"I didn't expect the real situation to be like this! The so-called 'Father of Catheterization' is nothing more than someone who swapped a leek stalk for a rubber tube."
Shen Qiang said, "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound. What you see is just a drop in the ocean."
Zhao Hui nodded, then, surprised, she said, "You usually don't stand out in academics, how do you know such obscure knowledge?"
Shen Qiang smiled, "You'd know if you read more novels."
Zhao Hui pouted, then said, "Traditional Chinese medicine really is impressive. Not long ago, Tu Youyou won the Nobel Prize by deriving artemisinin, which, I heard, was based on 'Elbow Emergency Formula' from traditional Chinese medicine."
Storing his things away, Shen Qiang laughed and said, "Are you thinking of switching to Chinese medicine?"
Zhao Hui sighed with resignation and said, "The older generation always insists on not spreading skills broadly, and many of the true essences are already lost."
"So even though Chinese medicine has won a Nobel Prize, certain foreign medical journals still mock it as witchcraft, trash, and insist only their methods are medical science."
"Many people here who idolize the West also join in blindly obeying those foreign magazines as if they're the gospel, thinking everything is better in the West, so I am actually really hoping someone can continue the true legacy of Chinese medicine."
"What's a mere Nobel Prize in Medicine?"
"Surgical techniques that were two thousand years ahead of Western medicine! And the application of ancient medical treatments that began in ancient times! Any of these, if revealed, would surely shock the world!"
Watching Zhao Hui get more and more excited, Shen Qiang interrupted her with a laugh, "Dreams are full, but reality is very skinny. Gaining the true legacy of Chinese medicine isn't so easy, so take your time thinking about it, I'm off work now."
Watching Shen Qiang's retreating figure, Zhao Hui pouted and said, "Tch, just because I can't obtain the legacy, doesn't mean I can't dream about it. You're such a dreamless salted fish, destined to be a loser for life. Anyway, the exciting prospect of inheriting Chinese medicine certainly won't fall to you."
By then, it was time for Shen Qiang to get off work.
Just as he walked out of the hospital.
In the darkened director's duty room by the window, Director Wang, with chilling eyes, spoke into the phone, "He just left. Beat him to a pulp for me, just leave him breathing. Then take photos and send them to me, the rest of the money will be sent to you immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Director Wang's eyes emitted a cold gleam in the darkness.
"You still want to fight me, young man? You're still too green!"
...
Twenty minutes later.
In the old village, only a little more than four hundred meters away from Bikang General Hospital.
In a dimly-lit alley, two large men, their faces covered in blood, staggered as they took photos of Shen Qiang leaning against the corner of the wall.
A tattoo-covered youth squatted nearby on the roadside, his cheek wounds dripping blood continuously, and his eyes were somewhat dazed.
"This guy is really vicious, lucky we had more people today."
The skinny man standing against the wall behind them clenched his teeth and moaned, "Hurry and take us both to the hospital, we're not going to last."
"Okay!"
After taking the photos, the two men helped up the squatting youth and the skinny man supporting Shen Qiang, and hurriedly left.
In the dim alley, only Shen Qiang, still unconscious, remained, leaning against the wall with a bloody face.
Drip, drip!
The Blood Bead that dripped from the tip of his nose penetrated the fabric of his shirt and fell on the Water Grass Agate Pendant that the beautiful young woman had insisted Shen Qiang take.
Hss...
The Blood Bead instantly gave off a light mist, and the veins within the Water Grass Agate, akin to a landscape painting, lit up.
At the same moment, Shen Qiang felt as though his body was floating, and a crisp female voice rang in his ears, "Brave warrior, brave warrior!"
Shen Qiang opened his eyes groggily, then was immediately stunned.
Seeing Shen Qiang open his eyes.
The gentle-looking girl turned around excitedly and said, "Your Majesty, this warrior has woken up, he can hear my words."
"Your Majesty?" Shen Qiang looked up, surprised.
In front of him was no longer the dilapidated alley of the old village, but a majestic palace with ornate carvings and paintings.
In front of the palace, dozens of people in court dresses stood with their hands tied.
Two rows of guards, clad in Purple Gold Armor and burly in stature, stood solemnly on both sides.
Sitting regally on the majestic Luan's bed in the palace was a young woman in a Red Robe, looking to be about twenty years old.
Shen Qiang just gazed at her, and immediately froze.
Her features were exceedingly refined.
Her eyebrows like distant mountains tinged with color, her sparkling eyes bright as morning stars.
Her fair skin was like Mutton Fat Jade, surpassingly frost and snow in its whiteness, breathtakingly beautiful, and even her mature and luxurious attire could not conceal her ethereal elegance.
At that moment, seeing Shen Qiang staring at her in amazement, she slightly frowned, clearly displeased, yet still stunningly heart-stirring.
The gentle-looking girl by her side, seeing this, hurriedly said to Shen Qiang, "Warrior, do not be rude! This is the Immortal Realm's Central State, and the Luan's bed above is our Huaxia's Yong Zhen Empress, you must bow immediately!"