Huang Liang originally planned to go directly to Vancouver to treat Old Wolf as a Chinese doctor.
Before setting off, he spent several days researching the Wolf Family and Old Wolf's condition. He didn't know how to approach them, even if the organization made arrangements for him. As a surgeon, how could he gain their trust and convince them of his medical abilities?
Old Wolf's illness is clearly a rare, family-historical genetic disease that may involve neurology and genetics. Until the root cause is found, a surgeon cannot do anything about it.
Fortunately, Huang Liang had studied some traditional Chinese medicine, especially in rehabilitation therapy, such as massage and acupuncture. His hands were naturally steady and skillful, so inserting needles into patients was not difficult for him. As long as he memorized all the acupoints, understood the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory of traditional Chinese medicine, and practiced the techniques a little, his acupuncture skills looked quite professional.
Treating difficult and complex diseases is a strength of traditional Chinese medicine. Besides, his goal wasn't really to cure Old Wolf; he just needed to find a way to get close to them. As for whether he would ultimately kill him or seize their property, Huang Liang didn't know yet.
However, knowing a little about traditional Chinese medicine was not enough to gain the trust of the Wolf Family. A tycoon who controlled trillions of dollars in assets and hundreds of thousands of followers could hire the best doctors in the world.
Just as Huang Liang was considering whether he should go somewhere to find some folk remedies for emergencies, the organization suddenly informed him that he would not be going to Vancouver, but instead to Los Angeles, where he would await new instructions.
He knew that Los Angeles was within the Wolf Family's sphere of influence and the headquarters of North America Chinese gangs, but the Little Wolf in Canada, so what were they doing in Los Angeles?
His first thought was whether he would meet the second leader. He didn't know who the second leader was. In the past, he only knew that the highest-ranking person in the organization was Ronald Cohen, the chairman of the Dream Society, and he once thought that he was the organization's supreme leader.
He has not yet received confirmation of this. Howard always remains tight-lipped about the leader's identity. Huang Liang even suspects that Howard may not have actually met the leader. If that is the case, it means that Cohen may not be the real leader, but perhaps just the person in charge of the North America region.
Of course, North America is the organization's most important base, more important than any other place; otherwise, the Dream Awakening Society's headquarters wouldn't be located there. Even if Ronald Cohen isn't the organization's supreme leader, he must be one of the top figures, and quite possibly the second leader.
But Huang Liang was disappointed after arriving in Los Angeles. He didn't meet the second leader, nor did he meet any important figures in the organization. Only a mysterious stranger gave him a mission over the phone, and the voice on the phone was obviously altered, making it impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.
Huang Liang was first placed in a very famous private clinic.
Even before leaving the Netherlands, he already had a complete and flawless resume. He was born into a Chinese family in Chinatown, later enrolled at Erasmus University Rotterdam, earned a doctorate in clinical medicine, and worked at a well-known hospital in Amsterdam.
With that resume, he could have gotten a job at any hospital in Los Angeles. However, he was assigned to a private clinic that provided medical services to celebrities. Here, they especially welcomed people who, in addition to having a regular medical license, could provide physical therapy or other specialized skills, because these services were more lucrative than regular medical services.
When Huang Liang arrived at the Hilton Hotel and learned that his client was Mei Yiqiu, he suddenly understood why the organization had sent him to Los Angeles.
He arrived a few days before Mei Yiqiu, clearly indicating that the organization had been monitoring Mei Yiqiu and was well aware of his movements. But Howard said that Wuzhong already had a more suitable candidate, so why was he approaching Mei Yiqiu?
Upon hearing Huang Liang's name, the professor puffed on his pipe and gave him a meaningful look, seemingly having a good first impression of the man. He told Mei Ziqing to go and rest first, then gestured for Huang Liang to begin. As for Hou Biao, he was bound by duty, and the professor knew he couldn't be driven away at this point, so he simply ignored him.
Huang Liang took out a stethoscope from the box he brought, put on gloves, and began to give the professor a routine physical examination, asking about his usual health condition.
"Professor, you are in good health, just a little tired and need some sleep. Also, you smoke too much. I suggest you go to the hospital for a lung examination, and try to smoke less in the future, or better yet, quit altogether. Now, please put down your pipe, and I will give you a massage."
Mei Yiqiu laughed heartily, put his pipe aside, and said, "You're trying to kill me! You'd better give me some cupping instead."
"You'll get through the withdrawal period. Cigarettes aren't drugs, so it's not that hard to quit." Huang Liang squeezed Mei Yiqiu's shoulders and back a few times and said, "Your muscles are very tense. You need to relax them first. Otherwise, stiff muscles will prevent the cupping from drawing out the stagnant energy from deep within, which will not only fail to achieve the desired effect but also cause serious subcutaneous bleeding and muscle fiber damage."
Mei Yiqiu to listen to him, lay down on the bed and said, "Sounds very professional. Looks like I've found the right person. Are you China?"
"I am Netherlands, but I will never forget that I am China," Huang Liang said.
"Oh, then why not go back to China?" the professor began to chat with him casually. "China needs talents like you more."
"I'm no talent," Huang Liang laughed. "I wouldn't dare show off my little tricks in front of the medical masters. They might fool people abroad, but I'd be laughed at if I went back!"
"That's not necessarily true. I see you as someone who can combine Chinese and Western medicine, integrating theory and practice, and deeply grasping the essence of medicine, unlike some people who are fixated on either Chinese or Western medicine, clinging to outdated ideas and stubbornly sticking to their own views. If two civilizations can be integrated, how much more so two technologies!"
"Civilizational integration is not easy. Among the world's ancient civilizations, only China civilization has continued to this day. Didn't the others all eventually disappear because of the cycle of mutual destruction?"
"That's right!" the professor exclaimed. "That's why you should go back to China. Only China civilization is so inclusive and can accept different cultures, even different races. It wouldn't be difficult for you to integrate into it!"
Huang Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that Professor Mei was implying something, so he dared not answer casually. He simply pretended that he could not understand such a profound meaning and changed the subject.
His massage technique was quite professional, and his pressure was just right. After massaging for about half an hour, he took out cupping jars from the box, lit them with alcohol swabs, removed the air from one jar, and quickly pressed it onto the professor's back. He then pressed it down with both hands and moved it up, down, left, and right along the meridians several times. Once the skin showed color, he skillfully pressed the remaining jars onto the professor's back with varying density, according to the depth of the color.
At this point, the professor, feeling unwell due to the strain in his back, fell silent. Only after fifteen minutes, when Huang Liang had taken away all the jars, did the professor finally let out a sigh of relief and say, "Ah, this is the most pleasant moment I've had in days!"
Huang Liang said, "I'll come back tomorrow to give you a few more acupuncture treatments, which will help relax your nervous system."
Hou Biao said warily, "Isn't it unnecessary to give me acupuncture?"
They both looked at the professor. The professor said, "Oh, may I ask you, what diseases can your acupuncture treat?"
Huang Liang said, "The main function of acupuncture is to stimulate the nervous system, thereby readjusting the body's functions through the brain. Through practice, I have discovered that stimulating certain neurons with acupuncture using special techniques can activate specific functional areas of the brain, and the body's self-regulation ability is more effective than any drug. Therefore, I think it's not an exaggeration to say that acupuncture can treat some difficult and complicated diseases."
"Oh, a rare disease... the nervous system... that sounds really interesting..." The professor mused, reaching for his pipe again, but the fire had gone out. He glanced at it and put it down, saying, "I have an old friend who has a truly rare disease. I'm going to see him in a couple of days. If you have time, you can come with me."
"Where is your old friend?" Huang Liang asked.
" Vancouver," the professor said.