Xu's mother's attending physician was a professor-level Western medical expert, a postgraduate from Harvard Medical School who had practiced medicine in China for many years with extensive experience. However, due to Xu's mother's status, he was extremely cautious in his treatment, afraid of any mishap.

Concerning Xu's mother's illness, he advocated for surgical treatment. Rheumatic heart disease, if operated on successfully, could be completely cured; however, given Xu mother's advanced age, the risk of surgery was somewhat high, and the effectiveness of the surgery would be greatly reduced.

He had to seek the patient's opinion, and ultimately, Xu's mother herself did not want to undergo surgery preferring conservative treatment.

Respecting his mother's wishes, Xu Kunpeng invited the old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Yu Zhimo, who had a quite prestigious reputation at this hospital and even in the medical community of the Provincial Capital, to diagnose and treat his mother.

When Wang Xiaoqiang and Xu Qingxue arrived at the door of the VIP ward where Xu's mother stayed at People's First Hospital, Elder Yu Zhimo was taking Xu's mother's pulse.

Xu Yongqian and his son stood by the bed, holding their breath and waiting. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang arrive so quickly, Xu Yongqian felt relieved. He intended to get up to greet him and exchange pleasantries, but seeing that Elder Yu Zhimo was quietly taking his wife's pulse at the moment, he dared not make too much noise and just smiled and waved at Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang responded with a smile and followed Xu Qingxue into the ward where he saw a man around 35 years of age. He bore a resemblance to Elder Xu, his square face clouded with worry.

In the ward, another elder doctor with graying hair and wearing reading glasses was taking Xu's mother's pulse. Of course, he knew to keep quiet and simply stood there quietly.

After Elder Yu completed taking Xu's mother's pulse, his expression was very grave. He remained silent, musing to himself. Seeing this, Xu family's father and son showed signs of anxiety. Xu Kunpeng couldn't help but ask, "Elder Yu, how is it? Can my mother's illness be treated with traditional Chinese medicine?"

Without answering, Yu Zhimo started speaking like a pedantic scholar, "Rheumatic heart disease arises initially from external pathogenic factors of wind, cold, damp, and heat, resulting in the illness. When these pathogenic factors linger, they settle in the heart, causing heart impediment and ultimately the disease.

The external pathogenic factors, wind, cold, and damp, are the external causes of this disease.

Those with weak constitutions are susceptible to these external pathogenic factors, while robust individuals, due to staying long in damp areas, improper warmth maintenance, braving the rain and wading through water, or being exposed to wind after sweating, can be attacked by the pathogenic factors of wind, cold, and damp, with dampness entering the heart, and also developing this disease..."

Elder Yu Zhimo was thoroughly enjoying his explanation, causing Xu family father and son to furrow their brows, muttering to themselves whether the old Chinese medicine doctor had a background in studying ancient texts; anyway, with the Xu family father and son's literary background, they only understood bits and pieces,

While the quietly standing Wang Xiaoqiang also only grasped bits and pieces despite listening carefully, he seemed to understand the general idea, that is, this rheumatic heart disease was caused by the invasion of damp-evil into the body and the heart. Since it was caused by damp-evil, the treatment would be to eliminate the damp-evil from the patient's body... Wang Xiaoqiang pondered seriously.

"Elder Yu, what are you planning to do about my mother's illness?" Seeing Elder Yu's profound exposition, Xu Kunpeng finally frowned and interrupted him to ask.

"Well, I'll prescribe a few formulas of traditional Chinese medicine for her to try first..." After Yu Zhimo had been speaking in a scholarly fashion for quite some time, in the end, he produced such a response, which frustrated Xu Kunpeng, who had great hopes for him, leaving him rolling his eyes in annoyance.

What the heck! Making it sound so mystical, I thought you had some brilliant idea, and after all this time, you still have no guarantee, just telling us to try the medication—this old guy is so unreliable!

In fact, it wasn't that traditional Chinese medicine was unreliable, nor that the doctor was unreliable; there are many diseases that traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure, and even the best Chinese physicians wouldn't dare to make guarantees.

As for treating rheumatic heart disease with traditional Chinese medicine, it couldn't provide a complete cure. Moreover, considering Xu's mother's old age and frailty, there were even fewer guarantees.

Elder Yu came amidst Xu Kunpeng's expectations and left amidst his disappointment.

Anxious for his mother's health, Xu Kunpeng now hoped for a firm assurance from the doctor.

Little did he know, the more a doctor brazenly made assurances to patients nowadays, the less reliable they were.

Elder Yu only dared not make such guarantees and concluded with trying out the medicine, which indeed reflected his frankness, proving him to be a rather dependable physician.

Unlike his son's disappointed and frustrated expression, Xu Yongqian never had much hope in Elder Yu to begin with. His trust lay in Wang Xiaoqiang. Now that Wang Xiaoqiang had arrived, Elder Yu was neglected, not even receiving a proper farewell from him.

Instead, Xu Yongqian eagerly approached Wang Xiaoqiang for a warm handshake and pleasantries, "Little Qiang, I'm really sorry for calling you over from so far away and troubling you again..."

"No need to be polite," Wang Xiaoqiang smiled in response, "I just happen to have some business to attend to in the provincial capital as well."

"Oh? Is there anything this old man can help with?" Xu Yongqian asked earnestly.

Xu Jingxue interjected, "Dad, Little... ah, no, Mr. Wang, he wants to buy a car..."

"Ah, that's easy to manage," Xu Yongqian said, as he turned his gaze to his son, Xu Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, I'm entrusting this task to you. Make sure to help Little Qiang buy the most satisfactory car at the best price..."

Seeing the young man before him who was not yet twenty, Xu Kunpeng was surprised to realize that this was the Wang Xiaoqiang his parents had mentioned, the one who used Qigong to treat his mother's illness. Although he had little in-depth understanding of Qigong, he believed it was something that should require many years to master.

What could Wang Xiaoqiang, so young, possibly achieve with his Qigong skills?

Moreover, Wang Xiaoqiang looked just like a small farmer – there was nothing about him that resembled a highly skilled master.

What astonished Xu Kunpeng even more was that his father was showing such warmth and importance to Wang Xiaoqiang. Although he held disdain for Wang Xiaoqiang, upon hearing his father's orders, he immediately agreed, saying, "Don't worry, Dad, this little matter will be no problem at all."

These weren't empty words from Xu Kunpeng. With his status, he could get the best deal on a car at any dealership in the provincial capital. He was even considering that if Wang Xiaoqiang could indeed cure his mother's illness, he would be more than willing to gift a car to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Taking the opportunity, Xu Yongqian further introduced his son to Wang Xiaoqiang. Since there was no one else in the sickroom at the time, Xu Yongqian didn't hold back in revealing Xu Kunpeng's status as the provincial secretary-general. As Wang Xiaoqiang listened, he finally understood. No wonder the district's Public Security Director had to yield three points to Xu Qingxue, the deputy director.

The Xu family had such a high-ranking official backing them up!

However, Xu Kunpeng's status didn't make Wang Xiaoqiang show any signs of submission. He remained calm and collected, nodding slightly as a way of greeting Xu Kunpeng.

Then, without excessive enthusiasm or fawning, he directly addressed Xu Yongqian, "If it's convenient, I would like to start treating your wife now..."

Xu Yongqian had been waiting for these words. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang speak up, he replied with slight excitement, "Good, that, do you need anything...?"

"Nothing is needed. If it's convenient, Elder Xu, please stay behind by yourself, and have the others wait outside," Wang Xiaoqiang replied, not wanting too many people to know his business, especially Xu Kunpeng, whom he could tell, held an attitude of skepticism and disdain towards him.

"Alright, no problem. Kunpeng, Little Xue, both of you go outside. Without my permission, do not allow anyone in..." Xu Yongqian issued the order clearly and immediately.

Xu Kunpeng felt a twinge of worry when he saw Wang Xiaoqiang was about to treat his mother. He really didn't think Wang Xiaoqiang was reliable. At the same time, he was curious about how Wang Xiaoqiang would treat his mother but, to his surprise, he, the provincial secretary-general, was bluntly sent out.

Witnessing this, he couldn't help but ask with skepticism, "That, Little Qiang, are you confident?"

"How dare you! Is 'Little Qiang' a name for you to call him?!" Xu Yongqian reprimanded his son for addressing Wang Xiaoqiang by his name and doubting his abilities. Turning his head, he glared at his son, "Get out of here right now!"

When Elder Xu became angry, Xu Kunpeng felt intimidated and reluctantly left with his sister, closing the door behind them.

The advice of Elder Yu Zhimo had greatly enlightened Wang Xiaoqiang, giving him a general understanding of coronary heart disease. At that moment, he had already conceived a method to treat Xu's Mother.

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