The entire morning was spent discussing principles. Grandma Yun was an excellent lecturer. She began with the original texts of ancient classics, then explained the corresponding concepts in modern medicine, and finally described cases she had treated.
Song He was repeatedly struck by sudden realizations. He had always felt that the theories of traditional Chinese medicine were impossibly abstruse, but after listening all morning, he actually developed the illusion that the entire system was simple and easy to understand!
Lunch consisted of eight dishes, six bowls, and a soup, prepared by the chef of a nearby private club and delivered there. Grandma Yun did not eat much. She only picked at each dish with a few pairs of chopsticks before stopping.
She was like an emperor, surrounded by rare treasures at home, discarding each dish after a few bites, while dignitaries from every corner came to seek her help one after another. She had an imposing air that could not have been more grand.
In the afternoon, more than ten patients came seeking treatment. Song He and Xiang Xiaotong waited silently in the room next door, straining their ears to listen.
Xiang Xiaotong would occasionally sneakily open a crack in the door to peer at the patients seeking treatment, whispering furtively with her disciple.
"I've seen this one before. He's the former chairman of some bank."
"I'll be damned, it really is him. There's an encyclopedia entry about him online. Teacher, your social circle is pretty high-end!"
"Song He, come over and look. Isn't that the celebrity who's often on variety shows? What's his name again?"
"His face looks familiar, but I don't know him. I haven't watched variety shows in ages."
"Here comes a foreigner. He looks a little familiar. Do you recognize him?"
"Holy crap, that's the former