Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"No worries, I'll prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for the old man later. Although it can't completely cure his chronic condition, it can still provide some relief."

Song Yun greedily eyed the wine in Ouyang Shu's hand. Let alone the old man's minor ailments typical of someone his age, even if he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Song Yun would have been able to strike a deal with the King of Hell.

Don't ask, it's all about trust in the renowned traditional Chinese medicine experts in his mind.

"You know how to practice traditional Chinese medicine?"

Ouyang Shu took out three small cups and poured a little wine into each, asking with curiosity.

Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical science that requires accumulation of case studies over a long period of time. Those famous experts all have white hair, giving off a sense of security with just a glance. You, with your green youth, even if you've learned some medical skills, are probably far from mastering them, right?

"Without going into details, I'm certainly better than most practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine these days."

Song Yun picked up his cup and sniffed it lightly. A rich aroma of wine wafted into his nostrils, sending a shiver through his body. This wine could not merely be described as a fine one; it was damn exquisite!

Who would have thought such great wine would be stored in a cheap, one-dollar-a-bottle green bottle outside. Luckily, it was sealed with beeswax, otherwise it would be a total waste!

"Little Song, the old man has his own private doctor. Those doctors are professionals with national subsidies. You don't need to worry about this."

Ouyang Rong spoke slowly. All medicines have their side effects, and who knows what Song Yun's capabilities are like. If he were to accidentally cause harm to the old man, Ouyang Rong wouldn't even have a place to cry.

"Uncle Ouyang, let me write out the prescription first, and you can show it to those private doctors. If there is any issue, we'll forget about it, how about that?"

Seeing Song Yun's confident look, Ouyang Shu's interest was piqued. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and slapped them in front of Song Yun.

Song Yun first took Ouyang Shu's pulse and found the old man's pulse stable and his heartbeat strong. Aside from high blood pressure, his other indicators were several times stronger compared to other elderly people.

Even the younger generation in the Magic Capital did not necessarily have as good a health as the old man.

Thinking for a moment, he wrote down two prescriptions, one for lowering blood pressure and the other for strengthening the body.

Ouyang Rong took the paper. Not being very familiar with traditional Chinese medicine, he took pictures of the prescriptions and sent them to the old man's private doctor to see what they would say.

"Let's drink."

The old man called out, then brought his lips to the edge of his cup and took a slurp, the taste exploding in his mouth.

The group finished off the bottle in no time, along with most of the dishes on the table, leaving only leftovers.

"Song Yun, the more I look at you, the more you resemble an old friend of mine. Who is your father?" Ouyang Shu, with drunken blurry eyes, asked.

"Dad! I had the same feeling. The first time I saw Song Yun, I thought he looked like that person!!!"

Ouyang Rong exclaimed excitedly, "Little Song, do you know Song Bu?"

???

Song Yun was full of question marks, looking at the father and son duo as he asked, "You know my father?"

"!!!"

Ouyang Shu spat out his wine with a "pfft," not even bothering to wipe the drops from his beard, and stared at Song Yun in surprise.

Dark under the lamp!

Forty-nine City was so close to the Magic Capital, yet for all these years, the major families had been searching but never found him!

And Ouyang Rong's mouth hung open, his lips trembling slightly.

"Little Song, your mother recently... how has she been?"

Ouyang Rong fidgeted and asked with a flushed face.

Ouyang Shu, the old man, came back to his senses and slapped his son on the head, cursing his misfortune, "You fool! Can you ask such things in front of little Song???"

With his head hung low, Ouyang Rong's lips were pursed, and he seemed lost in thought.

"Little Song, your parents were quite famous in Forty-nine City. Your father's knowledge was profound like the ancient Zhuge Kongming, and your mother's beauty was so radiant she was hailed as the Rose of Forty-nine City. Ah, in the blink of an eye so many years have passed, and who would have thought we would encounter an old friend's child again. Are your parents... doing well?"

Upon hearing these words, Song Yun's mind was in turmoil. What the heck???

What's going on???

Listening to what Ouyang Shu, the old man, said, it seemed like my parents weren't just ordinary people; on the contrary, they were freaking awesome!!!

But then, why was my childhood so miserable???

As a kid, my father would haggle over a penny with the vegetable vendor for ages, that doesn't connect him to Zhuge Kongming at all!!!

My mother, while beautiful, had a really fiery temper. I often found myself getting chased around by her wielding a feather duster when I was a kid. Is that what they call the Rose of Forty-nine City??? Was there no other woman in Forty-nine City???

It took a long while for Song Yun to recover from his shock, and he licked his lips before muttering, "My parents... they should be doing okay, I guess. They're elusive, after all. Ever since I graduated from college, they've started globetrotting, and I don't even know where they are now."

Hearing this, Ouyang Shu, the old man, fell deep into thought.

This couple's traveling must be just an excuse they used for Song Yun; they must have encountered some trouble and chose to go abroad to not bring disaster to their son. But why didn't they seek help from the families in Forty-nine City?

Unless, the one causing them harm was among these prestigious families of Forty-nine City!!!

Ouyang Shu lifted his head, making eye contact with his son, and saw a profound look in his eyes.

Only Song Yun, the naive young man, was still in the dark!

"Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore, I'm going to pour some tea to sober up."

Ouyang Shu, the old man, stood up, and Ouyang Rong also left, offering to help and leaving the dining table.

"Father, Song Bu and the others..."

Ouyang Rong had a grave expression. He had gone through a lot with Song Bu in his younger days and knew of Song Bu's capabilities. If it weren't for extreme pressure, the latter would definitely not choose to go abroad.

"Send people out to see if they can find the couple. It's better if they can't, but if they do, instruct them to protect them secretly!"

A glint of light flashed in Ouyang Shu, the old man's, eyes as he vaguely remembered the days when Song Bu was pursued by thousands, full of pride and honor, truly deserving of the title, 'a paragon of virtue and talent unparalleled', such a remarkable figure must not be prevented from returning to the country because of personal grudges!

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Ouyang Rong's phone rang. It was a call from his father's private doctor.

"Ouyang Rong, where's the person who prescribed the medicine now!!!"

An old and excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Master Qi?"

Ouyang Rong was taken aback. Master Qi was a well-respected figure in the world of traditional Chinese medicine in Hua Country, with disciples all over the nation. This year, Master Qi was seventy-six years old, in retirement for many years, and only consulted for the high-ranking officials behind the red walls when they were ill.

How could such a person, whom no one dared to offend, personally call about Song Yunkai's two prescriptions???

"Ouyang lad! I will ask again! Where is the person who prescribed the medicine now!!!"

Master Qi raised his voice and asked once more.

"He's in my father's courtyard, that prescription..."

Before Ouyang Rong could finish, Master Qi hurriedly hung up the call.