Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Yu He is a celebrity in the school; handsome, surrounded by rumors, and besides the sugar daddy gossip, the most widely circulated story is about the reason for his transfer.

University admissions are based on academic performance, and apart from those one-in-a-million recommended students, every student at Feng Da had to earn their place through hard work. The Traditional Chinese Medicine Faculty, being a difficult field to recruit for, does allow students to be recommended for admission through specific professors' letters of recommendation. Although Yu He, as a sudden transfer student, may not be disliked per se, he would inevitably be talked about behind his back:

"What’s the point of us studying so hard? After struggling and finally getting into a good university through ten years of hard work, someone with a rich dad just needs a letter of recommendation.”

There have already been rumors that Yu He’s letter of recommendation was written by Professor Shen, but most people were reluctant to believe it.

Professor Shen Han holds a distinguished position in the medical field.

He is indifferent to fame and fortune, devoted to service, and consistently focused on the medical profession, with more than three thousand disciples all over the world. Whenever Shen Han’s name comes up, people praise him for being just and selfless. In his eyes, all patients are equal, whether they are high-ranking officials or common beggars, he treats them all the same.

Fourteen years ago, during the Qinchuan earthquake, the seventy-year-old Shen Han led his team to the frontline of the earthquake relief effort. During an aftershock, his only grandson, Shen Mingming, and a patient were trapped under the rubble. In the critical process of rescue, Shen Han did not hesitate for a moment and chose to save the patient.

At that time, Shen Han said, “Shen Mingming is a doctor, and protecting patients is a doctor's duty. If Shen Mingming dies in the line of duty, I will personally sign his death certificate.”

Later, although Shen Mingming was saved, his arm was trapped under a slab for too long, leading to nerve damage due to lack of blood supply. His fingers lost their sensitivity, and he could no longer hold the silver needles used for acupuncture.

How could such a selfless person write a letter of recommendation to open a green channel for a rich second generation?

It was an utterly unbelievable matter.

The students of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Faculty were skeptical, their eyes shifting back and forth between Yu He and Shen Han.

Yu He rose from his seat, walking towards Shen Han under the scrutinizing gaze of the onlookers.

Shen Han waited in the hallway for Yu He.

Approaching, Yu He greeted, “Professor Shen.”

Shen Han gestured for him to speak while walking, asking, “Are you keeping up with the coursework?”

Even though Yu He’s memory wasn’t particularly strong, and his night blindness often caused him to forget people he had met at night, he was certain he had never seen Shen Han before.

Yet, Shen Han spoke with a familiarity and directness, without any formalities, as if he was addressing a younger member of his own family.

Yu He became curious, “Do you know me?”

Shen Han turned his head towards Yu He, “I’ve heard a lot about you; you are Yun Zheng’s lover.”

Yu He’s ears turned red in an instant.

To him, Shen Han was a legendary figure, printed in textbooks and alive in folklore; the kind of scientist many people thought had passed away, but was actually still alive.

His life was nothing short of miraculous, having saved countless lives, snatching them from the jaws of death, and daring to contend with the heavens for their longevity. Countless were those he had pulled back from the brink of death.

Towards Shen Han, Yu He felt nothing but respect. In his mind, a scientist like Shen Han should be incredibly serious, even rigid; disciplined and meticulous, every word he uttered worthy of deep contemplation and understanding.

Hearing the words ‘Yun Zheng’s lover’ from Shen Han was like a divine decree, as if it were engraved on the Tablet of Destinies, branding Yu He and Fu Yun Zheng’s names together for all eternity.

For Yu He, this was akin to the state directly issuing him a marriage certificate.

He felt like steam was about to start pouring out of his head.

Yu He stammered, "Ah, Yun Zheng, I... I have been with Mr. Fu for over half a year now."

Shen Han entered the office, picked up the thermos cup on the desk, and took a sip of tea water, "Why are you so nervous when Yun Zheng is mentioned? Are you afraid of him?"

Yu He stood in front of the desk with his hands behind his back, as if he was a student called to the principal’s office for a talking-to, "It's not that I'm afraid of him. It's mainly because this is my first time meeting you, and I didn’t know what to say."

"Don’t be constrained, have a seat," Shen Han pointed to the sofa by the wall and pondered, "Not knowing what to say... Interesting. This is the first time someone has been at a loss for words upon meeting me. Indeed, you are young and seem to be in good health; I suppose there is nothing you would want to ask me. So, tell me about your partner's recovery."

Yu He quickly came to his senses, thinking to himself, "Oh my, I've really made a fool of myself. Opportunities to talk to Shen Han one-on-one are incredibly rare, and I didn't even know what to say."

Hearing Shen Han mention Fu Yunzheng's health, Yu He’s short-circuited thoughts instantly reconnected. He truthfully told Shen Han about Fu Yunzheng’s condition, and even detailed the daily rehabilitation and wellness routines he performed for him, right down to the dosage of the herbal concoction used for Fu Yunzheng’s leg baths.

Yu He said, "After his legs regained sensation, I stopped massaging his lumbar spine. My skills are not fully honed, and I didn't dare to be careless. However, I have continued with the massages on his legs and feet. After daily moxibustion, the pain can be effectively alleviated, but I also don’t dare to heat it up too much. After all, his legs are less sensitive to temperature than a normal person's. Prolonged moxibustion could potentially cause low-temperature burns. I usually control it to around 42°C for fifteen minutes."

Shen Han listened patiently and nodded, "It’s standard and safe."

Given his background in traditional Chinese medicine, Yu He is still a beginner, having only taken classes for about two months. However, his understanding of Fu Yunzheng’s condition is impeccable. He remembers clearly when the pain started, when he could feel temperature changes, and he can even roughly estimate the duration and interval of the pain.

Attention to such small details reveals the extent of one’s care.

Within the limits of his knowledge, Yu He has provided the utmost treatment and care. His approach to learning is very targeted and pragmatic, as he absorbed a vast amount of knowledge specifically related to Fu Yunzheng’s condition. His treatment methods are so specialized and appropriate that even Shen Han couldn’t find any faults.

Shen Han has many disciples, some of whom are exceptionally talented, and some have turned their prolonged illnesses into a kind of medical wisdom. Therefore, just by listening to Yu He’s description of Fu Yunzheng’s condition, Shen Han could tell how dedicated this young man is.

Young, talented, intelligent enough, and with external motivation to learn—truly a promising prospect.

But how come he faints at the sight of needles?

Shen Han commented, "Acupuncture is very effective in stimulating the repair of spinal cord nerves."

Yu He pursed his lips, "I am not quite suited for learning acupuncture."

Shen Han nodded, "If it's destined to be, it is indeed hard to force. I will be staying in Fengcheng for a while. After all, treatment is a lengthy process. Try to persuade him more."

Shen Han is a leading figure in acupuncture across the country. Yu He was admitted to the school solely based on a letter of recommendation from Shen Han. Yu He was fully aware that this letter had already brought a fair amount of criticism to Shen Han. If Yu He were to achieve any remarkable accomplishments in acupuncture, others might praise Shen Han for his discerning eye. However, the irony was that Yu He couldn’t even bear to watch someone else performing acupuncture, let alone make any contributions to the field himself.

It seemed that Shen Han was aware of what was going on in Yu He’s mind, and he reassured him, "Acupuncture and massage therapy are not mutually exclusive. As long as you are precise, using your fingers to press the acupoints can also be effective. Although it’s not as penetrating as using silver needles, the medical principles are the same; they share the same origin."

Yu He responded, "Alright, Professor Shen, I will go back and study it carefully."

A smile appeared in Shen Han’s eyes, "For the next month, I will be taking over your class’s acupuncture course. You’re not allowed to skip any classes this time, understand?"

Yu He suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief, "You are going to teach our class for an entire month?"

Shen Han nodded slightly, took out a notebook, and handed it to Yu He, "Take this back and read it. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me anytime."

"Thank you, Professor Shen."

Yu He received the notebook with both hands, but Shen Han did not let go immediately. Feeling the pull on the notebook, Yu He looked up at Shen Han, puzzled.

Shen Han said, "If I don't see you in class tomorrow, I will call the young master from the Fu family and have him bring you to school."

Yu He: "..."

Why is there still parental involvement in university?!!!

I hate it when teachers and parents know each other.

Sigh.

*

“I’ll just say you’re sick.”

Yu He’s ‘parental figure’ was overly indulgent. Hearing that Shen Han wanted Yu He to attend acupuncture classes, Fu Yunzhe devised a strategy for him, "If you don't want to go, there are plenty of excuses to choose from."

Yu He rested his head on his arms atop the dining table, “But that’s Shen Han we’re talking about.”

Fu Yunzhe hummed in agreement, “Indeed, in terms of seniority, I should be calling him Grandfather Shen. He knows I’ve never lied since I was a child, so if I say you're sick, he’ll believe it.”

Yu He wavered for a moment, but his remaining rationality forced him to ask, “But he’s a doctor. Lying to a doctor about being sick... doesn’t that fall right into his area of expertise? What if he decides to come over and check?”

Fu Yunzhe gestured for Yu He to come closer with a wave of his hand.

Yu He leaned in to listen, and Fu Yunzhe whispered, “You can say you have back pain, he won’t ask any further.”

Yu He: “???”

Yu He looked up at Fu Yunzhe in shock.

How could Fu Yunzhe say something so outrageous??

With a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, Fu Yunzhe pulled out a napkin to wipe away the sesame seeds at the corner of Yu He’s mouth, “What’s the matter?”

Unconsciously, Yu He licked the spot that had just been wiped, “Lying isn’t good, I should just go to class.”

Fu Yunzhe shook his head, picking up the dishes from the dining table and bringing them to the kitchen.

Yu He followed Fu Yunzhe, “Fu Yunzhe, today I talked to Yu Qingyan about that kidney donation matter, and he said he’s not planning on having children in the future, so it doesn’t matter to him... Are you not planning on having children in the future either?”

Fu Yunzhe didn’t know why Yu He’s train of thought could always jump to such topics. He turned his head to look at Yu He with a very strange expression, “Can you give birth?”

Yu He responded honestly, “I can’t.”

Fu Yunzhe asked, “Then where would my child come from?”

Yu He asked, conflicted, “But it’s different for you. With your family’s extensive wealth and influence, what if someone forces you to get married and have children in the future?”

Fu Yunzhe paused in his actions, looked at Yu He sincerely, and asked, “What have you been watching lately? Some melodramatic TV series or stumbled upon some tragic love stories online?”

Yu He, as if boneless, slumped wherever he landed, sitting by the dining island, resting his face on the tabletop, “How can you be so sure that there won’t be a powerful and wealthy person of high standing appearing out of nowhere, handing me a cheque, and asking me to leave you with the money...”

At first, Fu Yunzhe was listening seriously, but he couldn’t help interrupting Yu He, “I’m very certain that such a person will not appear. You can put your mind at ease.”

Yu He asked, “How can you be so absolutely sure?”

Fu Yunzhe answered, “Because I am that powerful and wealthy person of high standing.”