Chapter 46: This Is My Little Boyfriend

Su Daoan glanced at Lu Feng, then at the beautiful woman beside Li Guhe, and asked with a smile, “Old Li, who is this young lady?”

“This is my granddaughter, Ding Xiang. She’s working at the First Hospital now,” Li Guhe introduced.

“So you’re Old Li’s granddaughter. Nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Uncle Su,” Ding Xiang greeted politely.

“Xiaofeng, do you know Miss Ding Xiang?” Su Daoan turned to Lu Feng.

“I saw her once in the video just now,” Lu Feng replied.

“What a coincidence?”

“Yes. I was also at the emergency scene at the time. Mr. Lu really did resuscitate the little girl. There weren’t enough paramedics on site, so thank you for lending a hand,” Ding Xiang said gracefully.

“No need to thank me. It’s just a doctor’s duty to save lives,” Lu Feng replied.

“When we met last time, I guessed you studied traditional medicine. Am I right?” Ding Xiang smiled.

“But you’re not studying traditional medicine, are you?” Lu Feng said.

“No, I’m not. Old Li, you didn’t have your granddaughter inherit your expertise? That’s such a pity,” Su Daoan said.

“Ding Xiang is interested in cardiothoracic surgery. I can’t teach her, so I let her follow her interests,” Li Guhe replied casually.

“Actually, what I like most is forensics, but my family won’t allow it,” Ding Xiang said, half joking, half serious.

“That’s quite a bold choice. But I like it,” Su Muqing suddenly grew interested, then added, “I’m interning at the police station. Why not come and be a forensic doctor? We could work together.”

“I’ve spent years going straight through my undergraduate and graduate studies, finally becoming a resident at the First Hospital. Wouldn’t it be a bit late to switch to forensics now?” Ding Xiang said with a laugh.

After carefully sizing up Lu Feng, Li Guhe asked, “Young man, which field of traditional medicine are you studying?”

“I’ve learned some herbal medicine, pulse diagnosis, and acupuncture,” Lu Feng replied modestly.

“Studying too many areas isn’t always good. Which one do you want to specialize in?” Li Guhe asked again.

In truth, traditional medicine is quite difficult to master these days, and it’s divided into many branches: internal medicine, surgery, gynecology, pediatrics, traumatology, acupuncture, ENT, ophthalmology, emergency medicine, pharmacology, and prescription science.

Students typically select one specialty. All-rounders in traditional medicine are becoming increasingly rare, which is one reason the field is declining. After all, traditional medicine requires years of foundational training starting in childhood. Only then can one hope to become a true doctor.

Nowadays, after more than a decade of general schooling, students enter university to study traditional medicine for a few years. They barely scratch the surface, so they choose a specialty and settle for a related job after graduation. To master diagnosis, prescriptions, and acupuncture is not something that can be accomplished in just a few years at university.

Li Guhe had originally wanted to ask which specialty Lu Feng had chosen, but Lu Feng’s answer seemed to encompass the entire field.

“Acupuncture, I suppose,” Lu Feng replied nonchalantly.

“That’s perfect. Old Li here is our king of acupuncture,” Su Daoan praised.

“Is that so? I’d love to learn from you sometime,” Lu Feng said calmly.

“Certainly, let’s study acupuncture together when we have the chance,” Li Guhe agreed with a smile, not realizing what Lu Feng really meant by “learn from.”

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After parting ways with Li Guhe and the others, Su Daoan said to Lu Feng, “Any student of the king of acupuncture is highly sought after in traditional medicine. Why not try for a graduate program? Your circumstances might even get you a special admission.”

“Take him as my master?” Lu Feng asked, eyes wide.

“It’s not that formal these days. It’s just professor and student. The relationship isn’t so strict anymore,” Su Daoan explained.

“Do you think he can teach me?” Lu Feng asked again.

Su Daoan frowned. “Are your medical skills really better than Old Li’s?”

“If you think Li Guhe is so skilled, why didn’t you have him treat Mu Yu?” Lu Feng retorted.

Su Daoan was stumped again, because he had asked Li Guhe to treat his daughter before, but the results were far from ideal.

In fact, the only reason Su Daoan believed Lu Feng could cure his daughter was an old reverence for his own masters. He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure Lu Feng could do it.

“Old Li is the king of acupuncture, after all. There must be something worth learning from him,” Su Daoan tried to reassure himself.

“He does seem to have some worthwhile skills. If what was recorded in the documentaries about his time in Tibet is true, then his medical ethics are admirable,” Lu Feng agreed with a nod.

“So, do you want to go to school and study? I was hoping you and Xiaoyu could both be Old Li’s graduate students. That way, you’d be together more often and could cultivate your relationship,” Su Daoan said.

“Go to school? I think I’d be better off teaching,” Lu Feng rolled his eyes.

If these words had come from the old man from Yunshan, Su Daoan wouldn’t have batted an eye. But with Lu Feng being so young—just a boy, really, the same age as his potential classmates—it seemed almost absurd for him to say he’d go teach at a university.

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The banquet continued. Ding Xiang approached with a glass of wine, making casual conversation: “My grandfather said your pressure-point technique on the heart in the video was textbook acupuncture. He sent me over to get to know you better.”

“Are you always this direct?” Lu Feng found her straightforwardness rather blunt.

“Maybe it’s because I’m in medicine. I don’t like beating around the bush. If there’s a spark, it won’t be snuffed out by a simple introduction, will it?” Ding Xiang replied with a bright but slightly languid smile.

“Have you ever had sparks with anyone?” Lu Feng asked.

“Not yet. I don’t like men who beat around the bush—like the one walking towards us right now,” Ding Xiang said, raising her glass toward the approaching figure.

Lu Feng followed her gaze and saw a young man in his thirties, sharp and capable, walking over with a glass in hand.

As he drew closer, Lu Feng could even detect a faint scent of disinfectant on him—clearly, he was a doctor.

The young man came over to greet Ding Xiang. “Ding Xiang, I’ve been looking all over for you. So you’re here. And this is...?” He glanced at Lu Feng.

Suddenly, Ding Xiang slipped her arm through Lu Feng’s, tilting her head so that the breeze from the balcony played with her hair. Then, with poise, she told the young man, “My boyfriend—what do you think?”

“No way… Ding Xiang, don’t joke around. How could you like someone like him?” the young man protested, clearly not believing it.

“What kind of person am I?” Lu Feng asked calmly.

The young man quickly waved his hands. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I just think you and Ding Xiang aren’t a good match.”

“I think we’re a great match,” Ding Xiang interrupted, pulling Lu Feng along as she spoke.

The young man chased after them, calling, “Ding Xiang, don’t do this. I know you two aren’t really together.”

“Don’t follow us. We’re going upstairs to rest,” Ding Xiang said, pulling Lu Feng into the elevator.

The young man tried to get in, but Ding Xiang pushed him out.

“Ding Xiang… Ding Xiang…”

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In the elevator, Lu Feng looked at the stunning woman on his arm and said helplessly, “Are you sure it’s alright to use me as your shield like this?”

“I really can’t stand his pestering. Just take it as doing a good deed,” Ding Xiang explained.

“You said you don’t like people who beat around the bush, but I thought he was pretty straightforward,” Lu Feng remarked.

“The problem is, he’s been chasing me for ages but never actually confessed,” Ding Xiang sighed.

“If he did confess, would you accept him?” Lu Feng asked.

“No!” Ding Xiang replied resolutely.