"Xiao Wan, have some tea."
Ma Zhendong's mother, Huang Xiue, personally poured tea for Wan Yunting. "You don't know, ever since your Uncle Ma heard you were out of prison, he's been nagging about inviting you over for a meal and drinks every day. He misses you terribly."
Wan Yunting took the teacup and smiled gently. "Actually, I also wanted to come sooner to give Uncle Ma a follow-up check-up, but I've been too busy lately and it got delayed."
Huang Xiue patted Wan Yunting's thigh as if he were her own son. "Are you settled in now?"
"Yes, I've settled in."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled. "I'm currently on a temporary assignment as a physician in the Southern School of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Working as a physician at the Southern School of TCM, that's wonderful! In the future, if your Uncle Ma and I have any health issues, we'll come to you." Huang Xiue said happily.
"Mom, I don't want you to go to him."
Ma Zhendong, who had just returned from the restroom, gave his mother a look.
Wan Yunting also smiled. "Auntie, I'll visit you and Uncle Ma often in the future."
"Good, you must come often. This is your home," Huang Xiue said happily.
Seeing that Luo Wenhui and Niu Qiuling were still there, Ma Zhendong said to his mother, "Mom, Yun Ting and I haven't had lunch yet. Hurry up and make us something to eat."
"It's so late and you still haven't eaten lunch? You're something else. I'll make you some fried sauce noodles now..." Saying that, Huang Xiue got up and went to the kitchen. Niu Qiuling wanted to help but was refused.
"Wenhui, isn't your criminal investigation team busy?"
Ma Zhendong sat down, picked up the teapot, and poured himself some tea, his attitude quite clear!
"Prison Warden Ma is trying to get rid of us."
Luo Wenhui glanced at Wan Yunting and then said to Ma Zhendong with a smile, "But I'm very curious, how did you bring him back?"
"I didn't bring him back, my grandfather asked me to invite him back!" Ma Zhendong turned to Luo Wenhui, his words hinting at more.
This made Luo Wenhui even more curious. How did Wan Yunting get involved with Ma Zhendong's family?
Seeing Ma Zhendong trying to usher them out, Luo Wenhui could only get up and say with a smile, "Qiuling, let's go. Prison Warden Ma, please send our regards to the old chief for us."
"Don't bother."
Ma Zhendong drank his tea, not moving an inch.
Wan Yunting, sitting beside him, was playing with his phone, showing no intention of greeting them.
"Heh heh."
Luo Wenhui chuckled, then left with Niu Qiuling.
As the door closed, Ma Zhendong heavily put down his teacup and snorted.
Wan Yunting smiled. "Old Ma, you really don't like this Luo Wenhui!"
"It's more than just not liking him; I don't even want to see him now!" Ma Zhendong glared, his words carrying a deeper meaning.
"What, did he get leverage over you?" Wan Yunting teased with a smile.
"No, let's not talk about him."
Ma Zhendong waved his hand, unwilling to discuss Luo Wenhui with Wan Yunting. He changed the subject. "How's the investigation into the case back then going? Any leads? Tell me about it."
Wan Yunting shook his head. "Not yet, but the only problem now is finding the evidence!"
Ma Zhendong raised his eyebrows. He had also secretly investigated Wan Yunting's past rape case. There were indeed some issues with it.
However, in that case, the crime scene, the female classmate's testimony, and other evidence almost all pointed to Wan Yunting, solidifying his conviction for rape.
Therefore, if he wanted to overturn the verdict now, he had to find solid evidence!
"I'll send a few people to help you investigate," Ma Zhendong said.
His father's old illness had flared up, and Wan Yunting had saved him in time. He had to repay that kindness.
"Not for now."
Wan Yunting smiled. "I'll investigate myself first. If there's really no other way, I'll bother you then."
"Alright, just don't be polite with me," Ma Zhendong said, patting his shoulder.
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. At this moment, the door opened, and an elderly man in his sixties returned, it was Ma Zhendong's father, Ma Jianguo.
"Xiao Wan, you finally came to see me." Ma Jianguo's old face beamed like a chrysanthemum upon seeing Wan Yunting.
Wan Yunting stood up to greet him. "Uncle Ma, Aunt Huang said you've been going out to play chess and exercise every day recently."
"Haha, yes."
Ma Jianguo patted his old waist, straightened his back, and smiled. "Ever since you cured my back pain and headaches, I've been eating well and walking with a spring in my step."
"Oh, stop it. You just love to brag. Be careful not to strain your back."
Huang Xiue, carrying two bowls of fried sauce noodles, couldn't stand her old man's bragging. She called out to Wan Yunting and Ma Zhendong to eat.
"What am I afraid of? With Xiao Wan here, he can fix my back even if it breaks."
"Oh, please don't say that, Uncle Ma. Such words are unlucky. You should say them less in the future." Wan Yunting was amused and helpless.
He ate fried sauce noodles with Ma Zhendong, listening to Ma Jianguo incessantly recount his past exploits of apprehending numerous criminals…
He stayed until four in the afternoon. If it weren't for Jiang Yichun calling to say that Fang Shoushan had arrived for acupuncture, Wan Yunting would have continued drinking tea and chatting with Ma Jianguo.
Ma Zhendong gave him a ride back to the Southern School of Traditional Chinese Medicine before returning to Huadu Prison.
"Dr. Wan is back. Old Master Fang came to find you. He should be in the dean's office now," Nurse Supervisor Sister Yan said, cracking sunflower seeds.
"Okay."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded at her, then went straight upstairs.
Upon arriving at Jiang Yichun's office, he indeed saw Fang Shoushan and his old butler Lin Si chatting and laughing with Jiang Yichun.
"Xiao Wan is back."
As soon as he saw Wan Yunting enter, Jiang Yichun smiled. "Has your physician's qualification certificate been processed?"
Wan Yunting nodded. "Yes, it should be ready by tomorrow."
"That's good."
Jiang Yichun nodded, but he didn't know about the absurd and comical situation Wan Yunting had encountered at the health administrative department that day. He couldn't be bothered to say more. He said to Fang Shoushan with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, for making you wait."
"Haha, I only just arrived a moment ago."
Fang Shoushan was exceptionally warm upon seeing Wan Yunting, happier than he would be seeing his own grandson.
"Then I'll give you acupuncture."
Wan Yunting cut to the chase, left Jiang Yichun's office, returned to his examination room, then took out the silver needles passed down from his master and began to perform acupuncture on Fang Shoushan's legs.
Before long, Li Chengde and three other young physicians, as well as five nurses, were all peeking from the doorway to watch.
"You all watch carefully and learn how Dr. Wan performs acupuncture. If you can learn even a little from it, it will benefit you for a lifetime," Jiang Yichun said to the three young physicians who had recently graduated.
This made Wan Yunting smile helplessly and continue to perform acupuncture on Fang Shoushan, this time still using the Yin-Yang Harmony Needle technique…
After this treatment, Fang Shoushan's leg muscles regained sensation, and he could slightly lift his legs to move them. This excited the old man. The thought of being able to stand on his own legs again and run on the track like before invigorated him.
After more than an hour of acupuncture and massage to soothe the muscles and promote blood circulation, Wan Yunting withdrew his hands. "Alright, sir, this is the end of today's treatment. Please come back tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you, Xiao Wan."
Fang Shoushan was pleased. He then gestured to Lin Si, who immediately took out a bank card and handed it to Wan Yunting, saying with a smile, "Xiao Wan, this is just a small token of my appreciation. It's not much, just five million. I hope you'll accept it."
"Five million!"
Li Chengde, the three young physicians, and the nurses watching were all dumbfounded.
Wan Yunting was taken aback and immediately shook his head and waved his hands. "Sir, I can't accept this money. Please go downstairs and pay according to our TCM department's fee standard. There's no need for this."
Fang Shoushan was surprised. He glanced at Jiang Yichun and then said, "I told Old Jiang that this money is my personal gesture, and it's fine for you to accept it."
Wan Yunting hadn't expected Jiang Yichun to agree, but he still shook his head. "Sir, I didn't learn medicine for money. I hope you can understand. Please take this money back."
"Sister Yan, please take Mr. Fang downstairs to pay."
"Okay."
Nurse Yan, snapping back to attention, looked at Wan Yunting as if he were an idiot.
After all, it was five million.
However, Jiang Yichun's old eyes lit up, and he admired Wan Yunting even more.