Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 93 - 0091 Boldly Gives a Kiss

The news of Shen Mengchen taking over Longjia had long spread throughout the business circle of Zhongshan City.

Many people were curious about Shen Mengchen, the daughter of Shen Tianlong.

Previously, Shen Mengchen seldom accompanied her father Shen Tianlong to business gatherings, so people didn’t know much about her, only that she gave off a quiet aura.

As for Shen Mengchen managing Longjia, many people were skeptical—how could a university student who hadn’t even graduated handle such a vast company as Longjia.

"It seems that Shen Tianlong really is getting old, otherwise he wouldn’t have let his daughter take over the company so early. There will be good drama to watch next, and it’s uncertain what kind of state the new chairwoman will manage Longjia into," someone said.

"I think it’s also a chance for us smaller businesses now, to take advantage of Longjia’s instability and quickly expand—that’s the right thing to do."

"If the new chairwoman can’t command respect, I believe that Longjia will soon be on the decline."

"It’s really exciting. The changes in Zhongshan City’s business circle are getting bigger and bigger. Rongda is languishing, and now Longjia seems to be facing problems too. The opportunity is about to arise, and it remains to be seen who will seize it to create a new business miracle."

Comments like these never stopped circulating in the business world. Regarding Shen Mengchen, most businesspeople were not very optimistic, with some even confidently asserting that Longjia would be paralyzed within two months.

Shen Mengchen paid no attention to the rumors and gossip; she devoted all her thoughts to work with unprecedented seriousness. Even Butler Liu was silently impressed by the young lady’s resolve.

Shen Mengchen usually acted spoiled, often pulling pranks and doing immature things. However, since her father Shen Tianlong fell ill, a subtle change had taken place in her.

She began to take everything seriously, especially when it came to issues concerning her own company. The previous board meeting made Shen Mengchen realize that she couldn’t shoulder the burden her father had given her without putting in the effort required of someone her age to manage such a large enterprise as Longjia.

Especially when seeing the dissatisfaction from Wang Jianguo, the second-largest shareholder, and the attitude of all the senior leaders present that day, Shen Mengchen realized that if she wanted to take over the company, she had to win these people over first.

Only with the support of the company’s senior executives would she truly be the chairwoman in name and in practice, otherwise even the words she spoke carried insufficient weight in execution.

In the past few days, Shen Mengchen had been studying the relationships among the company’s senior executives and the various small groups within.

Butler Liu was very gratified to see Shen Mengchen grow up overnight and think with such depth. He disclosed everything Shen Mengchen wanted to know without holding back.

After listening, Shen Mengchen sat alone in her office in deep thought, not allowing anyone to disturb her.

...

As usual, Ye Qiu left Longjia to mentor club members, then went to the hospital to administer acupuncture to Chu Yao’s mother.

However, when he arrived at the hospital today, he noticed the hospital staff looking at him strangely.

"Could it be that I’m too good-looking?" Ye Qiu joked to himself and continued walking. Soon after turning the corner of the corridor, he arrived at Chu Yao’s mother’s ward.

As soon as he entered the ward, Ye Qiu saw many medical staff gathered around Chu Yao’s mother’s bed, and Chu Yao was sitting by the side, her face beaming with joy.

Seeing Ye Qiu arrive, Chu Yao’s eyes lit up.

And the medical staff around looked at Ye Qiu with intrigued expressions.

"Ye Qiu, my mother’s condition has improved! The test results just came out—they say the tumor in her brain has shrunk a lot and is showing signs of recovery. Thank you," said Chu Yao excitedly, her eyes glittering with genuine happiness, her smile as brilliant as summer flowers.

Chu Yao was stunned to hear that her mother’s condition was no longer deteriorating and was improving. According to the original diagnosis from the doctors, her mother’s condition could only be endured, and no hospital was willing to risk surgery. At that time, Chu Yao was in great pain, but when she heard Ye Qiu say he had a way, she held onto the last glimmer of hope that her mother could really be healed by Ye Qiu.

Her prayers turned into reality, and her mother’s miraculous recovery made Chu Yao, who had been barely squeezing out smiles every day, laugh genuinely for the whole morning.

Several doctors from the hospital had come over, all to witness the miracle.

Chu Yao knew that the hospital hadn’t treated her mother; only Ye Qiu would regularly come to perform acupuncture. Naturally, she credited Ye Qiu’s medical skills with freeing her mother from the illness.

This was also the reason for Chu Yao’s emotional excitement upon seeing Ye Qiu.

"Young Master Ye, I heard you came by," Dr. Wang’s voice soon floated over.

Dr. Wang wore a big smile, his gaze falling on Ye Qiu as if he was looking at a treasure, which made Ye Qiu quite uncomfortable. Was this old man harboring some kind of scheme against him?

"Young Master Ye, might I have a word with you in private?"

Ye Qiu frowned slightly and glanced at Chu Yao’s mother on the hospital bed, then said, "I’ll give Auntie the acupuncture first and return to this matter later."

The director, Wang Jianguo, hurriedly agreed with a smile, showing no dissatisfaction at Ye Qiu’s refusal.

Chu Yao’s mother looked better today. She felt her head was much clearer, especially her eyes, which had improved significantly in vision. Things that had been blurry were now clear, giving her the sensation of suddenly seeing the light, which brought great comfort to her mood.

She knew all of this was thanks to her daughter’s classmate, and naturally, she thought highly of Ye Qiu. The more she looked at Ye Qiu, the more excellent she seemed. Glancing at her own daughter, she suddenly felt the two of them actually made quite a good match.

Ye Qiu asked Chu Yao’s mother to lie down and she cooperated well. Soon the thirty-six Hua Tuo needles were once again inserted into the acupuncture points, and Chu Yao’s mother closed her eyes to calm her spirit.

After all this was done, Ye Qiu followed Director Wang to a private area, under the astonished gazes of the physicians.

"Young Brother Ye, as I believe you’ve seen, Chu Yao’s mother’s condition is improving, and all this is thanks to you. On behalf of both the patient and her family, I thank you, and the hospital thanks you too," Director Wang began.

Ye Qiu smiled slightly. Director Wang was really amusing. Thanking him on behalf of Chu Yao’s mother, Ye Qiu could understand, but thanking him on behalf of the hospital seemed a bit unrelated.

However, Ye Qiu soon understood Director Wang’s true intention.

He heard, "I know, Young Brother Ye, that you are highly skilled in medicine. Nowadays, there are many patients suffering from brain tumors, and we as doctors are powerless to help them, which shames us. So, today I would like to formally invite you to join our hospital and help alleviate more patients’ suffering from their ailments."

Before Ye Qiu could speak, Director Wang interrupted him, saying, "Don’t worry. I know you specialize in acupuncture, and you may think being a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in a Western hospital isn’t ideal. But what I want to say is that, whether it’s TCM or Western medicine, as long as you can cure the patients, you are a true doctor."

"I also understand your concerns. Rest assured, I will set up a separate department for TCM acupuncture which will be solely run by you. Moreover, the compensation will be very good, definitely to your satisfaction. What do you think?"

Director Wang rattled off at length, and Ye Qiu got the message—the other party wanted him to join the hospital and treat patients.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you, I am not a TCM doctor, at best I’m just someone who knows acupuncture. I am flattered by your high regard, but I still do not wish to join a hospital."

Ye Qiu’s refusal left Director Wang perplexed. The terms he offered were already very good; why was this young man so adamantly opposed?

"I’d like to know your reason," Director Wang asked earnestly.

Ye Qiu smiled, "The reason is quite simple. I’m just a commoner without any grand ambitions. Being free from worries about food and clothing is enough for me. As for saving lives and aiding the wounded, as well as saving the world, I’m sorry, but I’m not that noble. I am just an ordinary person."

"But you have such a high level of TCM acupuncture skills. If you don’t use them to save more patients who are hovering between life and death, isn’t it a waste of your medical skills, burying your talents?" Director Wang continued to persuade.

"Maybe Director Wang thinks I should help more people, but I want to say that TCM isn’t upheld by a single person—it doesn’t need just one person’s efforts. My acupuncture might be impressive, but there are so many patients in the world. Can I save them all?"

"Instead of fixating on one person’s impressive acupuncture technique, it would be better to invite the ignored old TCM doctors from those small, unpopular clinics. The reason TCM has fallen out of favor isn’t that its medical skills aren’t impressive, but because people’s concepts have changed. They neglect what our ancestors left us and instead blindly pursue what belongs to others."

Hearing Ye Qiu’s words, Director Wang couldn’t find anything more to say to persuade him. Ye Qiu was right; people nowadays are chasing after foreign things, often overlooking that what’s nearby is most important. This act of valuing the less important over the essential is a daily occurrence among the people.

Even he himself seemed to be subconsciously doing these things. If he had continued to study TCM and then worked to promote TCM culture, how different might his life be compared to now?

With no reason left to persuade Ye Qiu, Director Wang returned to his office with a smile.

As soon as Ye Qiu left the hospital, Chu Yao hurriedly followed him out.

"Ye Qiu," Chu Yao called after him.

"Why did you follow me out? Don’t worry, your aunt’s condition will be completely cured in less than two months. You needn’t be concerned," Ye Qiu said with a smile.

Chu Yao nodded earnestly and replied, "I believe you. I just wanted to come out and thank you again."

"You’ve already thanked me. There’s no need to do it again."

Chu Yao then tiptoed swiftly and left a quick peck on Ye Qiu’s cheek, then turned and ran away without looking back.

Ye Qiu, left standing there in astonishment, touched his cheek where Chu Yao had sneakily left a kiss, seeming to still feel the warmth of her lips.

"That ’thank you’ seemed a bit much," Ye Qiu muttered to himself, then shook his head with a headache and vanished at the entrance of the hospital.

Upstairs in the ward, Chu Yao stood at the window, watching the fading silhouette of Ye Qiu, feeling her heart’s rapid throbbing refusing to calm down for a long time.