Urban Super Medical Saint

Chapter 171 The Benefactor's Disciple

Seeing Feng Jiahui say this, Ge Dongxu could no longer intervene, so he could only shake his head, preparing to take a seat.

"Cough cough, let him come." However, Elder Feng, while coughing and gasping for air, pointed at Ge Dongxu.

"Dad! He's just a high school student, what if he's not careful..." Feng Jiahui couldn't help being somewhat anxious.

Since the matters discussed between Ge Dongxu and Elder Feng involved Elder Feng's private affairs that had been sealed away for many years, there were only Ge Dongxu and her in the room, without any nursing staff accompanying them. As for Tang Yiyuan, who returned with Ge Dongxu, he didn't come back up.

Since he was not related to the Qinghe Herbal Tea formula, it was naturally inappropriate for him to freely enter and exit this Siheyuan.

Yet Elder Feng kept pointing at Ge Dongxu, gasping for breath.

Feng Jiahui, knowing her father's temper, did not dare to disobey and could only instruct seriously, "Be careful, and make sure you don't overdo it."

Ge Dongxu furrowed his brows slightly, somewhat displeased, "I understand medicine, I know what to do."

What a joke, if Elder Feng wasn't a respected veteran of the revolution he admired, with Feng Jiahui's attitude, he probably wouldn't have even bothered to lend a hand!

Who was Feng Jiahui? Not to mention coming from a prominent family, just the position she held, many people could only look up to her. When had she ever been talked back to by a high school student, frowning like this, her face couldn't help but reveal a tinge of indignation. She really wanted to explode, but seeing her father glaring at her, she ultimately moved aside helplessly, yet her gaze was sternly fixed on Ge Dongxu.

As a cultivator who seeks the path to undying life, who masters the arts of flying and escaping through earth and moving mountains and seas, Ge Dongxu may appear friendly on the surface, like a boy-next-door, but deep down he has the pride of a cultivator. How could he be frightened by Feng Jiahui's glare? Not only was he not intimidated, but he also returned a faint glance to Feng Jiahui, nearly making her choke on her own anger.

In this day and age, only this young man in front of her dared to disregard her so blatantly.

Walking behind the elderly man, Ge Dongxu did not lightly pat the man's back, but instead gently massaged the Dingchuan acupoint on his cervical spine, while his other hand was placed on the Tianchu acupoint in the center of the sternum, gently massaging both at the same time.

Seeing Ge Dongxu placing his hands on the elderly man's cervical spine and the center depression of the sternum, Feng Jiahui's face changed dramatically, and she immediately shouted sternly, "What are you doing?"

"I should be asking you that! Making such a fuss. Didn't your father teach you how to treat guests?" The one who answered Feng Jiahui was not Ge Dongxu, but the angry voice of Elder Feng.

His voice was full of strength, not at all like someone who had just been gasping for breath.

"Dad, are you alright?" Feng Jiahui exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, forgetting even her father's rebuke that she did not know how to treat guests.

"With this young man's help, what could possibly be wrong with me! Now apologize to him!" Elder Feng said with a stern face.

Only then did Feng Jiahui realize that her father was angry, and she immediately showed a sincere and fearful expression.

Life is like that, when she gained certain things, sometimes she inevitably lost others. In ordinary households, it was normal for fathers to scold their children, and it even felt warm at times, because that's what made a family feel like a family. But in a political family like the Fengs, Elder Feng's scoldings often held a different significance, making children like Feng Jiahui unable to view their father's scoldings with the same perspective as the children from ordinary families would from a young age.

Even though the old man had long since retired, this situation hadn't changed much.

Seeing Elder Feng's anger, Feng Jiahui, who was just over forty, became so flustered, Ge Dongxu felt somewhat guilty and hastily said, "Elder Feng, please don't be angry. Aunt Feng just didn't expect me to understand medical practices at such a young age, and I hadn't explained beforehand that I would massage the Dingchuan and Tiantu acupoints."

"Hmph!" Elder Feng's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, he glared at his daughter, then looked at Ge Dongxu with a tender and kindly smile and revisited the old question, "Who exactly passed on to you the recipe for this herbal tea?"

"My late master!" Ge Dongxu replied, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

Ge Hong was the founder of Taoist herbal tea, but many of the recipes had been lost. The Qinghe Herbal Tea recipe, however, had been passed down, and Ren Yao had even taught it to Ge Dongxu. When Ge Dongxu thought about going into the herbal tea business, he went through the various herbal tea recipes that Ge Hong had left behind in his mind and ultimately chose Qinghe Herbal Tea.

"I'm sorry for bringing up a painful memory, but please forgive me for asking you one more thing," Elder Feng asked with a hint of disappointment and apology in his eyes. "Did your master ever mention your grandmaster to you?"

In Elder Feng's view, the benefactor was at least thirty years his senior, and would be over a hundred years old by now if still alive. Ge Dongxu was so young that it was definitely not possible for him to be a direct descendant, but perhaps it was possible for him to be a disciple or even a grand-disciple. Normally, it would have been most appropriate to ask his master, but to Elder Feng's surprise, Ge Dongxu was so young, and his master had already passed away.

"May I ask why Elder Feng is so concerned with Qinghe Herbal Tea?" Ge Dongxu counter-asked instead of answering.

This question had been lingering in his mind all the way here.

"Because I drank this tea when I was young," the old man said with a nostalgic expression on his face. "That year, I was twelve and had fallen severely ill. I had gone several days without food and was undoubtedly on death's door. Later, a middle-aged cultivator came and saved me, then looked after me diligently. During that time, I drank the chilled tea he brewed, which had the taste of Qinghe Herbal Tea. Right, he also taught me meditation and 'Breath Control' techniques. Without those methods of meditation and 'Breath Control,' I might not be in this world anymore. I have always wanted to find him, but unfortunately, he didn't leave his name, and in the chaos of war, there was no way to start. As time passed, it became even harder to locate him. This incident has always been a regret in my heart. Oh, I remember he had a small Peach Wood Sword and a Bagua Furnace pendant on his waist at the time."

After saying this, Ge Dongxu already knew who Elder Feng was talking about, and his eyes couldn't help but redden. He took out his wallet, and then from it, he pulled out a yellowed photograph.

In the photo was a white-haired cultivator leading a child in patched clothing.

This was the only photograph that Ge Dongxu had taken with his master, and he always carried it with him.

"Is it him?" Ge Dongxu asked, his voice trembling.

"It's him! It's him! How do you have his photo?" Although many years had passed, and although Elder Feng had seen Ren Yao as a middle-aged man, he immediately recognized the white-haired old Daoist in the photograph as his benefactor, the one who had taught him meditation and 'Breath Control' techniques.

"The child he's leading is me!" Tears fell from Ge Dongxu's eyes.

"You! You are the disciple of my benefactor!" Upon hearing this, Elder Feng's whole body shook, and he then tried to stand up tremblingly from his wheelchair, tears rolling down from his increasingly cloudy old eyes. Enjoy new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire