Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

1"Mr Zhang, sorry to keep you waiting." Hu Qing's tone was extremely respectful.    2

    

Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile, "It's alright. I just got back not too long ago. Uh, Doctor Hu, you better call me Zhang Yang from now on."    

    

He was not ignorant of the ways of the world, and he was not an unreasonable person.    

    

Not to mention that Hu Qing's always respectful attitude made him feel a bit uncomfortable. Even he himself didn't like the pretentious of looking down on others from a high vantage point.    

    

Of course, he was very clear that there was a prerequisite for him to be able to obtain the respect and approval of others, and that was strength!    

    

The strength here did not just include martial arts, but also the strength of an industry field.    

    

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, Hu Qing was stunned for a short moment and then immediately recovered. However, in his heart, he respected Zhang Yang more and more.    

    

In the field of medicine, one really didn't have the qualifications and the age. Those who were truly capable all depended on their achievements and reputation.    

    

The two of them got into the car and the BMW started slowly.    

    

Hu Qing became more enthusiastic and talked non-stop along the way. They didn't talk about western medicine, but asked Zhang Yang for some information about acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine.    

    

Ever since that day, Hu Qing had developed a strong interest in Chinese medicine. Originally, he disdained Chinese medicine, but when he calmed down to study it, he realized that Chinese medicine could no longer be described as vast.    

    

This was because Chinese medicine was even involved in metaphysics.    

    

What was metaphysics?    

    

To put it simply, metaphysics was a theory that opposed science!    

    

Think about it, in this age where technology and information had exploded, Chinese medicine could still inherit five thousand years. Although its existence had gradually declined in recent years, who would dare to deny the existence of the five elements?    

    

Harmony of Yin and Yang.    

    

Zhang Yang knew that the《 Prescription Substance》 had been broken down. Although the acupuncture techniques on Devil Pattern Continent and the acupuncture techniques here were not the same, if he carefully thought about it, the essence was the same.    

    

What was emphasized here were the five elements of the five organs. Men and women changing into yin and yang day and night was in fact a form of the path of longevity that was in tacit harmony with nature. Of course, modern people called it the path of life.    

    

Acupuncture in the Devil Pattern Continent, on the other hand, paid particular attention to the meridians and devilish imprints, as well as the entire formation. It also used the human body's corresponding frequency and resonance to communicate with the outside world, using it to probe the truth and seek longevity.    

    

These days, Zhang Yang had bought a lot of books on Chinese medicine. The more he studied, the more he felt that Chinese medicine was vast and profound, and he faintly felt that it had complementary functions with the training system of Devil Pattern Continent.    

    

Along the way, Hu Qing kept his mouth shut. Zhang Yang listened quietly, but his common sense grew. Occasionally, he would make a speech, but it always gave Hu Qing a feeling of enlightenment.    

    

For Hu Qing, who had only just come into contact with traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Yang's every point of view made him realize that his foundation and domain knowledge could definitely be described as unfathomably deep.    

    

Not long after, they arrived in front of a decorated courtyard. Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows as he couldn't understand. Could it be that living in the courtyard now represented a trend? But why did he want to live in an extremely luxurious villa?    

    

"Sir, here we are."    

    

Hu Qing did not address Zhang Yang directly by his first name. He still addressed him as Mister, but without the previous surname. The Mister here was not as courteous and respectful as before. Instead, he treated him as a student.    

    

This was Hu Qing's complete admiration and reverence from the bottom of his heart.    

    

After saying this, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car. Then, he jogged all the way to the right door and opened it like a housekeeper.    

    

However, such a scene had fallen into the eyes of a single person.    

    

A man standing at the gate of the courtyard, a woman.    

    

She carefully observed Hu Qing's every move, not missing even the slightest of expression on her face. When she saw that the one who got off the car was a 17-18 year old boy, her eyebrows immediately furrowed.    

    

The first thing she did was to focus her gaze on the older boy.    

    

The boy was tall and straight, making him appear somewhat thin. His appearance was ordinary, and his attire was ordinary … In short, there was not a single bright spot on his body. He was definitely the type to disappear into the crowd in an instant.    

    

Famous brain specialists in China have been behaving with a boy of seventeen or eighteen years of age... If she didn't see it with her own eyes, she definitely wouldn't believe it because she understood what kind of person Hu Qing was.    

    

These were the details that she instantly noticed. Seeing the two people get off the car, a smile appeared on the woman's delicate face. She took the initiative to walk forward, and like a spring breeze, she opened her mouth and greeted them from afar.    

    

"Hello, Doctor Hu. Sorry for disturbing you so late. Zhanyan is here to apologize."    

    

Zhang Yang had always thought that it was just a metaphor, not even meeting Devil Pattern Continent. Only when a woman opened her mouth did he know that such a sound truly exists in this world.    

    

Naturally, he saw the woman. However, as they got closer, Zhang Yang couldn't help but frown. Even his pair of eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, slightly narrowed.    

    

To be exact, the woman was very beautiful. She was not that old, only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her black hair was flowing naturally on her shoulders, her clear and bright pupils and long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Her thin lips were like a rose …    

    

The petal was tender and alluring, and her flawless, exquisite face emitted a faint red powder, as if she was meticulously sculpted.    

    

Her long dress that was as white as snow accentuated her slender and graceful figure, yet it also gave off an incomparably pure feeling.    

    

However, what was most memorable about a woman was her smile.    

    

Her smile was very enchanting, very sweet and pure, as if she was bathing in the spring breeze. She was like an angel, giving people a kind of warmth that penetrated through their hearts.    

    

However, what Zhang Yang saw wasn't these. It was indifference, nobility, coldness that could repel people a thousand miles away, and a fleeting look of disgust in the depths of his eyes.    

    

There was something wrong with this woman!    

    

This was Zhang Yang's first evaluation of her.    

    

There was really something wrong with him!    

    

Hu Qing was more polite to women. After hearing what was said, a smile appeared on his face and he said, "Miss Ouyang, you're too kind. It's our duty to practice medicine."    

    

The woman naturally understood his courteous words and smiled. Seeing that Hu Qing did not intend to introduce Zhang Yang, she immediately said, "My father is waiting in the living room. Please follow me, both of you."    

    

After saying that, he showed a friendly smile towards Zhang Yang and quickly sized him up.    

    

It was still the same as before. Everything was extremely ordinary, but the only difference was that the pair of phoenix eyes on this ordinary face had some charm to it.    

    

Especially that pair of pitch-black eyes, they were calm and silent, without the air of vitality that a youth should have. He just silently stood there, yet it gave people the feeling that he had fallen into a dead sea of silence.    

    

It was the first time that Ouyang Zhanyan had seen such a calm and emotionless gaze. It was also the first time that she had seen such a calm expression on a boy's face.    

    

The moment she turned around, Ouyang Zhanyan noticed that Hu Qing made a gesture to invite the boy in. She was slightly surprised again.    

    

She thought she was good at judging people, but this big boy, apart from his eyes, didn't seem to have any exceptional qualities, no matter how he dressed up.    

    

However, she knew very well that an expert like Hu Qing would never show off his identity. Was it really as he said, that this boy was an acupuncturist?    

    

The Godly Doctor's Sacred Hand that Hu Qing called?    

    

I don't believe it.    

    

From Ouyang Zhanyan's point of view, even if a master in acupuncture and moxibustion grew up in the world of acupuncture and moxibustion, they didn't have the qualifications to be called the Divine Doctor's Hand. They might have a unique understanding in acupuncture and moxibustion, but the word "Godly Doctor" required more than just medical skills.    

    

Most of it was experience, as well as countless amounts of experience.    

    

The biggest flaw was his age.    

    

Although Ouyang Zhanyan didn't understand why Hu Qing treated young people in such a manner, she had already completely rejected Zhang Yang the moment she saw him.    

    

Zhang Yang naturally didn't know what Ouyang Zhanyan was thinking. Of course, even if he knew, he didn't care. However, the cold and hateful feeling in Ouyang Zhanyan's heart made him more and more interested.    

    

Inadvertently, Zhang Yang's gaze landed on her fair arms. On her right wrist, there was an exceptionally resplendent blood-like bracelet.    

    

As they spoke, the few of them entered the courtyard. Without stopping, they walked directly into a room on the east side. The room could be said to be filled with sculptures and paintings; it was ancient and fragrant.    

    

The room was very spacious. First, he saw a huge, sparkling vase in front of him. It was displayed in front of an ancient screen, and on the wall hung many famous calligraphy and paintings. They were very classical in nature.    

    

It was obvious that this family's master had a strong nostalgia and a unique taste.    

    

An old man in his fifties sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He didn't stand up when he saw several people enter, but his smile was extremely sincere and cheerful.    

    

"Hehe, Doctor Hu, Mr Zhang, please take a seat." The old man warmly greeted, "Zhanyan, hurry up and serve tea."    

    

Ouyang Zhanyan answered with a smile, walking straight behind the screen.    

    

Hu Qing was polite to the old man and sat down. However, his insistence on letting Zhang Yang sit in the seat of honor surprised the old man.    

    

"Sir, this is the chairman of Quanyang, Mister Ouyang Xuan."    

    

Seeing Ye Su's confused expression, Hu Qing smiled wryly. However, it was hard to explain in such a situation. He continued, "Chairman Ouyang, this is Mr Zhang that I mentioned to you."    

    

"Hahaha, I've heard so much about Mr Zhang. I've heard so much about him."    

    

Ouyang Xuan took the initiative to open his mouth and was very polite. He also saw the blank expression on Zhang Yang's face and immediately laughed. He said, "What chairman? Zhenhua Xuan is actually just a small auction house."    

    

"Zhenhua Pavilion is the number one ancient auction house in Quanyang City with true strength. Chairman, you are too modest."    

    

It was Hu Qing who said that, so it was naturally for Zhang Yang to hear.    

    

This time, Zhang Yang was relieved. No wonder his master's room had such a good taste. However, he still showed some interest on his face.    

    

Because Zhang Yang had seen quite a few pictures of ancient bronze artifacts in history textbooks, especially those various tripod cauldrons, Zhang Yang had a very deep memory.    

    

There was no other reason as the patterns drawn on the surfaces of these cauldrons were very similar to magic marks. He was once obsessed with them and wanted to get a closer look but couldn't find a way out.    

    

"Mr. Ouyang, may I ask if your auction house has a cauldron?"    

    

Zhang Yang said and gestured, "Bronze item, three legs, two ears …" I'd like to collect one or two. "