Two days before the Play-in Tournament, the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who specialized in acupuncture and physical therapy, the one Sun Mingxiang had mentioned, arrived.
She was a woman of about thirty-five.
Though she was thirty-five, she was still graceful and charming.
She wore a perfectly tailored qipao, the picture of a classic Chinese beauty.
She drew plenty of attention as soon as she arrived.
When she met Wang Yi, she didn't show the kind of excitement most young women would. Perhaps there was a little, but she seemed more nervous than anything.
Wang Yi borrowed the general manager's office to interview her.
"What's your name?"
"Baiyin."
As she spoke, the woman lowered her eyes and didn't look at Wang Yi.
She seemed a little shy.
Wang Yi nodded. "That's an easy name to remember. Tell me what you think of traditional Chinese and Western medicine."
When it came to medicine, Baiyin wasn't so shy anymore.
She spoke at length.
She talked about how the public viewed traditional Chinese and Western medicine these days.
She also shared many of her own distinctive views on both.
Then she described her experience as a doctor.
She had extensive experience, with a solid grounding in both theory and practice.
Her only shortcoming was that she had no experience working as a private doctor.
After she finished, she sat quietly once more.
She truly looked like a beauty from a classical painting.
In the end, Wang Yi decided to hire her as his private doctor.
"Miss Bai, I've decided to hire you as my private doctor. Your salary may be a little low in the first year—$100,000—but it'll increase each year after that. If you're interested, you can discuss the contract details with my assistant, Mitchell."
Baiyin had previously been involved in a medical