Seeing that Song Hao harbored such deep prejudice against the Qi family, Tang Yu shook her head helplessly inwardly.
Chapter Fifteen: The Truth Remains Unclear
The use of medicine in medicine is like the use of troops in warfare. Treating heat with cold, and cold with heat, is the proper treatment. For a weak child, nourish the mother; for a weak mother, benefit the child. Strengthen the east and deplete the west; increase water and supplement fire. Sometimes treat the symptoms to relieve an emergency, sometimes treat the root cause to alleviate the ailment. This is analogous to military strategy: feint to the east while attacking the west, advance to the left while preparing for the right, attack where the enemy is not defending, defend where the enemy is not attacking. Protect the weak, avoid the strong, strike when the enemy is lethargic, and counterattack when the enemy is at their peak. Just as there are no fixed formations in warfare, there are no fixed forms in medicine. One who can adapt to the enemy's changes and achieve victory is called a divine physician; one who can adapt to the changes in the disease and achieve efficacy is called a divine healer. — *Youyu Zhai Medical Talks*
The next day, after breakfast, with nothing to do, Tang Yu worried that Song Hao would be bored staying at home, so she took him shopping.
The journey had been rather dull, so in order not to spoil Tang Yu's mood, Song Hao forced himself to cheer up and keep her company with laughter.
As I passed a street corner, I suddenly heard someone call out, "Song Hao!"
Song Hao was taken aback upon hearing this. When he turned around, he exclaimed with delight, "Mr. Gu!"
The newcomer was Gu Xiaofeng. This man had helped Song Hao escape from dangerous situations several times, and Song Hao had a good impression of him.
"Long time no see!" Gu Xiaofeng walked over with a smile.
"Fortunately, Mr. Gu..." Song Hao then understood Gu Xiaofeng's purpose.
Gu Xiaofeng pointed to a Mercedes-Benz parked across the street and said, "Mr. Qi wants to see you. Please come over."
“I don’t want to see him,” Song Hao said, shaking his head.
Seeing this, Gu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I already know about your situation. What could be so difficult between a father and son that they can't resolve?"
"Song Hao, why don't you go? Perhaps Mr. Qi can give you a reasonable explanation," Tang Yu advised from the side.
Gu Xiaofeng nodded in approval.
Song Hao hesitated for a moment, then said to Tang Yu, "Then wait for me for a while." After saying that, he walked towards the Mercedes-Benz.
Gu Xiaofeng nodded to Tang Yu and said, "You are Tang Yu from the Tang family of the Medical Sect. The Tang family is renowned for both medicine and martial arts, truly living up to its reputation. Last time, you managed to scare away that armed assassin and protect Song Hao. You're no ordinary person!"
"Who is this gentleman?" Tang Yu was surprised to hear this, realizing that Song Hao's whereabouts had been completely under this person's control.
“Gu Xiaofeng of the Gate of Life and Death!” Gu Xiaofeng said calmly.
"The Gate of Life and Death!" Tang Yu was shocked upon hearing this.
Song Hao walked to the Mercedes-Benz, and the door facing him suddenly opened automatically, revealing Qi Yannian sitting inside with a serious expression.
Song Hao was taken aback, thinking the car was there to pick him up, but he didn't expect Qi Yannian to be sitting inside.
"Get in the car!" Qi Yannian said coldly.
Song Hao hesitated for a moment, but still sat down.
"Your mother is sick. Go see her. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything since yesterday," Qi Yannian said reproachfully, looking ahead.
Upon hearing this, Song Hao felt a pang of pain in his heart. He sat there without responding.
"You're a doctor, so why don't you go and see the patient?" Qi Yannian sighed softly.
Seeing that Song Hao did not object, Qi Yannian said to the driver in front, "Old Wang, drive."
The car drove slowly forward.
Qi Yannian glanced at Song Hao, who was sitting next to him with an indifferent expression, and sighed, saying, "After I've met your mother, I'll tell you some things. Things aren't as you imagine."
Then silence fell, and the father and son exchanged no more words.
The car drove up to a large mansion in the Dongcheng District. The closed iron gate opened automatically, and the car slowly drove in. It was a secluded, high-walled compound with old houses and ancient trees, clearly not a place for ordinary people to live. It was unclear whether it was a property owned by the Tianyi Sect in this area or a temporary residence borrowed from someone else.
After getting out of the car, Qi Yannian led Song Hao into a large house. They passed through a luxurious living room and arrived at the door of a bedroom in the inner room. Qi Yannian glanced back at Song Hao, a look of satisfaction on his face. Then he opened the door and went inside.
"He's here!" Qi Yannian said to Du Qingmiao, who was lying on the bed.
"Hao'er!" Du Qingmiao called out in surprise, and helped herself to sit up.
Standing at the door, Song Hao was taken aback. He saw that Du Qingmiao looked haggard, as if she had lost a lot of weight overnight. However, her face was full of excitement and surprise.
"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in," Qi Yannian said, turning his head and speaking gently.
Song Hao unconsciously walked slowly inside.
"Hao'er!" Du Qingmiao, who was sitting on the bed, pulled Song Hao, who had walked up to her, and hugged him, bursting into tears.
Song Hao gently hugged his mother, then released her, standing there with an indifferent expression.
“Brother Nian, our family of three is finally reunited!” Du Qingmiao said, her voice choked with emotion.
"Alright, the child is here. You should take care of yourself and eat something." Qi Yannian seized the opportunity to bring over a bowl of lotus seed soup, but handed it to Song Hao, indicating that he should give it to his mother.
Having released Song Hao, Du Qingmiao sat on the bed, gazing happily at him.
Song Hao hesitated for a moment, then took the bowl of lotus seed soup, handed it to him, and said with his head down, "You...you should eat it."
"The child brought this to Mom, Mom, eat it!" Du Qingmiao happily took it and began to eat heartily, tears of excitement streaming down her face.
Standing to the side, Qi Yannian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted Song Hao on the shoulder, and expressed his gratitude for his cooperation.
"Take your time eating, don't rush. I'm going out to talk to the child for a bit," Qi Yannian said gently to Du Qingmiao.
"Yes! Go!" Du Qingmiao nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Song Hao glanced at his mother sitting on the bed, then lowered his head and followed Qi Yannian out. It all felt surreal, like a dream. Overwhelmed with emotion, Song Hao forcibly suppressed the urge to call out "Mom!" from the depths of his heart.
He sat down in the living room. Qi Yannian sat opposite Song Hao, lit a cigar, and stared at him for a long time without saying a word, his expression serious.