A Suitcase of Wild Medicinal Herbs

At six in the evening, at a private cuisine restaurant.

Duan Chengru, Duan Yukai, Xie Feng, the beautiful secretary, and Lu Zheng—a total of five people—gathered in a small private room.

Duan Yukai was the first to raise his glass. He respectfully toasted Lu Zheng with two liang of Moutai, draining it in one gulp.

Lu Zheng drank with him, though there was only half a liang of liquor in his glass.

Then it was Duan Chengru's turn. Before the dishes had even been served, he could not resist asking Lu Zheng about the method of drawing out blood with Silver Needles.

Then... Lu Zheng's explanation nearly made him think Lu Zheng was a fraud again. If his own son had not tested the method firsthand, he would never have dared believe it.

"Mister Lu, did you truly teach yourself all these medical skills?" Duan Chengru asked in disbelief. "And you even cultivated Qi Sensation? You can guide it into the human body and draw out stagnant blood?"

Lu Zheng shrugged. "It may be a little hard to believe, but it is not something shameful."

"No, no, this really is..." Duan Chengru blinked, unsure how to put it. "So many methods in traditional Chinese medicine actually require Qi Sensation as well, right? Could the legendary Zhuyou arts also be connected to Qi Sensation?"

"Most do not, but some of the more miraculous-sounding ones indeed do." Lu Zheng nodded. "As for the Zhuyou arts, too little information has been passed down. They may be related to both Qi Sensation and psychological therapy, but I do not know much about that."

"For example, treating cancer?" the beautiful secretary asked.

Lu Zheng shook his head. "That relies on Chinese medicine to regulate the body, and it is also connected to the patient's own