Chapter 137: The Beauty Nightclub

Western medicine flourishes, while traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) wanes. There are many reasons for this. First, Western medicine has a systematic method of study, whereas TCM is typically passed down within families or through the master-apprentice tradition. In terms of learning and transmission, Western medicine is better suited for development.

Second, traditional TCM families tend to be possessive of their prescriptions, viewing them as rare treasures. The Yunshan family is no exception; the full text of the "Golden Thousand-Gold Prescription" has always been a closely guarded secret of Yunshan.

Lu Feng had visited various hospitals in the capital and seen that Western medicine indeed reigned supreme. Gradually, a thought took root in his mind: he wanted to prove the value of TCM and help it develop into a medical path no less formidable than Western medicine. Consequently, when Lu Feng learned that Su Daoan had left Yunshan and opened a wellness center instead of practicing medicine, he felt a certain dissatisfaction.

However, once Lu Feng truly encountered the realities of society, he realized that being a physician who heals the world is no easy task. In the stories the old man told, back in his day, one only needed a medicine basket to travel the world, gathering herbs and treating patients along the way. But now, without a medical license, not even the patients will trust you. Lu Feng truly wanted to contribute to TCM, but relying on the strength of one person to treat patients was far from enough.

"Let me consider it. Putting the 'Golden Thousand-Gold Prescription' to use is not something I can decide on my own," Lu Feng said to Zhou Fuqu after a long silence.

Zhou Fuqu nodded. "Of course, this is a major matter. I don't mean to force you. I only hope that if you decide to develop the value of the prescription, you will consider working with me first."

Lu Feng looked at her and asked, "Is this your idea, or your father's? Or perhaps your grandfather's?"

Zhou Fuqu shook her head. "It is my own idea."

Lu Feng was curious. "You are discussing such an important matter with me without the consent of your elders?"

Zhou Fuqu tapped her cheek with her right index finger, considered it, and said, "I am not a child. I've been back in the country for some time since graduation; naturally, I must begin my own career."

"Isn't a woman's career supposed to be marriage, having children, and raising a family?" Lu Feng joked.

"That is the mindset of a small-minded woman. Handing one's fate over to a creature who thinks with his lower body can only result in tragedy," Zhou Fuqu replied.

"Then what about your parents? Do you view them that way as well?" Lu Feng countered.

Zhou Fuqu arched an eyebrow. "I respect my father and love my mother. But from a rational perspective, there has been no love between them for a long time; they simply live together as mutual guests for the sake of the family."

Lu Feng had nothing more to say to Zhou Fuqu's rational mindset. Usually, women are emotional creatures who approach problems from a subjective, affective standpoint, often holding onto self-deception even when they know they are wrong. It was clear, however, that Zhou Fuqu was a rational being, and such women are typically quite strong-willed.

...

As their conversation drifted further afield, Xiaoxiao pushed open the door to the clinic and walked in. Zhou Fuqu, seeing the little girl with a small schoolbag, smiled and said, "You even treat pediatric cases?"

Seeing someone else there, Xiaoxiao walked to the sofa and unslung her bag. Hearing Zhou Fuqu's remark, she tilted her head and replied, "I'm not here for a checkup."

"This is a clinic. If you aren't here for a checkup, why are you here?" Zhou Fuqu asked curiously.

Lu Feng stood up and walked over. "Did your mother have to work overtime again?"

"Yes, so my teacher brought me here," Xiaoxiao replied.

Seeing how familiar Lu Feng and Xiaoxiao were, Zhou Fuqu assumed they were relatives. Since their business was concluded, she stood up and said, "I'll be going then."

"Very well, I won't see you out."

Zhou Fuqu waved and walked away, her heels clicking rhythmically.

...

After Zhou Fuqu left, Lu Feng received a call from Guo Yanzhi. Guo said he had run into trouble and hoped Lu Feng could come to help.

"If there's a fight, get Xia Yubing," Lu Feng replied directly.

"It's not a fight. Of everyone I can think of, you are the only one who can help me with this," Guo said.

"What is it?" Lu Feng asked.

"It's hard to explain in a few words. Just come over; it has something to do with the Wang family," Guo said.

Guo Yanzhi had been digging into the cases Wang Yongye had handled over the years for some time now. Due to the threat of a recording, Wang had not fabricated evidence to have Lu Feng arrested, but Wang was no pushover and had been covertly working against the Yunan Group. Currently, the policy environment for the Yunan Group was tightening, and support from various departments was slowly diminishing. This was all orchestrated by Wang Yongye and his well-connected department heads—a bureaucratic maneuver that no merchant could resist.

According to the typical script, the Yunan Group would be forced into a situation where its capital chain snapped and operations hit a wall. Then, a venture capital firm would step in to swallow up the shares, restore the company's vitality, and finally, cash out. Whether they would withdraw or continue running the business after the "cashing out" phase depended on the company's future prospects. But regardless, the Yunan Group would have changed hands.

...

Su Daoan would sometimes sigh over the difficulties facing the Yunan Group while reading the newspaper before breakfast. Lu Feng knew a little about it and was clear that Wang Yongye was the one pulling the strings. Added to that was Wang's arrogant, insufferable demeanor at the police station, making Lu Feng fully supportive of Guo Yanzhi's investigation into his background. Lu Feng did not know what trouble Guo had encountered, but since Xia Yubing couldn't resolve it, he had to go see what was happening.

...

At the Jialian Nightclub in Panyu District, in a VIP room on the second floor, several big bosses were ordering the most expensive liquor and shouting for the procurer to bring up beautiful girls. The procurer led a girl in a white dress into the room and introduced her: "This is Jasmine, new here. Someone in her family is ill, so it's her first time. She wants a 50,000 tip. If you gentlemen like her, she's yours."

A pot-bellied boss smoking a cigar let out a dry, cackling laugh. "I tell you, you dress these girls up to look pure, then claim someone's sick and ask for 50,000 for a single night—that's easy