If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

In the past few days, several ladies introduced by the landlady have been coming to Chen Qing's clinic for massages. The clinic is bustling with activity every day.

Chen Qing spends her days seeing patients and her nights cultivating penicillin.

A few days later, a brand-new Studebaker pulled up in front of Chen Qing's clinic.

It was a servant from the Zhou family who came to take him to the mansion to give the old lady acupuncture.

Chen Qing packed up, picked up his medicine box, and got into the car. Stipunk drove all the way to the Zhou residence on Yuyuan Road, a large Chinese-style villa.

The vermilion gate is magnificent, with a gilded plaque hanging above it. Passing the screen wall, the three courtyards advance in layers. Osmanthus and magnolia trees are planted on both sides of the bluestone path. The rockery and ponds are arranged in a well-organized manner, covering an area of ​​several acres, revealing the heritage of a wealthy and noble family.

Zhou Fushan greeted him at the entrance and led him through the three courtyards to the main hall.

Old Mrs. Zhou was already waiting at the entrance of the main hall. She was much more agile than usual, her hair was neatly combed, and a jade hairpin was inserted in her temple. Surrounded by several exquisitely made-up women, she looked very energetic.

After they sat down and were served tea, Old Mrs. Zhou, who was very talkative, chatted with Chen Qing about her family and children: "I have three sons, the eldest is Fushan, the second is Fuhai, and the youngest is Fusheng who is still studying abroad and hasn't returned yet. I also have a youngest daughter, Fuzhen, who is already married."

Chen Qing sat on the carved wooden chair, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over the rosewood furniture and the calligraphy and paintings by famous people on the walls. She felt dazzled, like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. She quickly thanked her, "Grandma, thanks to your help back then, you rescued me from that place at No. 76. I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

Grandma Zhou waved her hand: "Look at what you're saying, it's fate that we met in Zhongshan Park, otherwise how could we have met? This is just a small matter, a matter of a word."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Chen Qing calmly and attentively took Grandma Zhou's pulse.

"Sir, you're almost fully recovered. Your meridians are open. A few more acupuncture treatments and you'll be completely healed."

The old lady was naturally overjoyed. Then, she went into the back room and Chen Qing gave her acupuncture, and massaged her hands, feet and temples.

After more than an hour of work, the old lady threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and took a few steps. She moved with the agility of a normal person, exclaiming repeatedly, "Miracle doctor! Truly a miracle doctor! In just half a month, my legs, which had been paralyzed for half a year, are now completely fine!"

The family was all smiles. Zhou Fushan came in and said to his mother, "Mom, the meal is ready. We hired a chef from Songhelou Restaurant, and the ingredients were transported from Taihu Lake this morning."

The old lady took Chen Qing's hand and said, "Come on, let's go eat."

Chen Qing quickly declined, saying, "Mr. Zhou, you're too kind. It was just a small favor; I wouldn't dare trouble you."

"You deserve it!" Old Mrs. Zhou patted his hand, then turned to Zhou Fushan and said, "Go call Fuhai and tell him to come back quickly and have dinner with Dr. Chen."

"This is absolutely unacceptable!" Chen Qing was flattered and quickly waved his hand. "Mr. Zhou is extremely busy. I've only come to take your pulse; how could I possibly make him come all this way?"

"Why can't I?" Old Mrs. Zhou held his hand. "I need your help after we eat, so listen to me!"

"You can just tell me what you need; why go through all this trouble?"

He said this, but he couldn't refuse the old lady, so he could only accompany her to the living room.

At this moment, the city hall conference room was brightly lit, and the high-ranking economic and financial officials of the puppet government were gathered together. Zhou Fuhai was sitting in the main seat presiding over the meeting, and he was solemnly deploying the economic policies for the coming year.

The secretary walked in quietly and announced in a low voice, "Minister, there's a phone call from home."

Zhou Fuhai frowned slightly, raised his hand to signal a pause in the meeting, turned and went back to his office, taking the phone: "What is it?"

Zhou Fushan's voice came from the other end of the phone, and he recounted the story of inviting Chen Qing to dinner.

Zhou Fuhai pondered for a moment and said, "I'm busy right now. How about I host a banquet for Doctor Chen another day to properly express my gratitude?"

"This is what Mother wants to say; she wants to tell you."

Soon, Mrs. Zhou's voice came through the phone: "Come back quickly! What's more important than your work than family matters?"

Zhou Fuhai sighed helplessly and replied into the phone, "Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away."

After hanging up the phone, he returned to the conference room and said to his chief financial advisor, Ming Lou, "The meeting is adjourned. Please take everyone to the cafeteria for lunch. I have some family matters to attend to. The meeting will resume this afternoon."

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and hurried home.

All the high-ranking financial officials of the Wang Jingwei regime in the meeting hall were dumbfounded. What urgent matter had happened at Minister Zhou's home that caused such an important meeting to be suspended and he to go home?

The group of high-ranking officials were not fools; they tried every means to find out what had happened to Minister Zhou's family.

Ming Lou frowned and whispered to his secretary Ming Cheng behind him, "Go and find out what happened at Minister Zhou's home, and come back to me as soon as possible."

When Zhou Fuhai returned home by car, Chen Qing immediately got up to greet him as soon as he entered the main hall.

Only then did he get a clear look at Zhou Fuhai. He was in his early forties, with a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and back, and the collar of his Zhongshan suit was buttoned up tightly, revealing a section of his fair shirt collar.

He had a handsome face and deep, sharp eyes, with a composure honed by his experience in officialdom. However, when he saw Chen Qing, he still showed a polite smile, without the slightest air of a high-ranking official.

"Dr. Chen, thank you for your trouble." Zhou Fuhai reached out and shook hands with him.

"Minister Zhou, you're too kind. It's all I should do," Chen Qing quickly replied.

The old lady pulled Chen Qing and insisted that he sit next to Zhou Fuhai, saying with a smile, "We're all family, no need to be so formal."

The dining table was already set, and the chef of Songhelou Restaurant lived up to his reputation. Crystal-cooked pork, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, and braised eel in sizzling oil... each dish was tempting in color and fragrant in aroma, filling the entire mahogany round table.

The women had a separate table in the back courtyard, while only the old lady, Zhou Fushan, Zhou Fuhai, and Chen Qing were in the front hall. The atmosphere was quite harmonious as they toasted each other.

The meal was a pleasant one for both host and guests. After the meal, Zhou Fushan led Chen Qing to a side hall for tea. The fine Longjing tea leaves unfurled in the gaiwan, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Zhou Fuhai then asked the old lady, "Mother, you said you had something to tell me?"

Old Mrs. Zhou put down her teacup, her expression becoming serious: "Fuhai, although you have one wife and four concubines, your household is sparsely populated, with only two daughters to date. Your eldest brother also only has one daughter. Our Zhou family has been a scholarly family for generations, and there must be a male heir to inherit the family business. For the sake of a prosperous lineage, I would like to ask Doctor Chen to examine the health of your wives and concubines. After all, men and women should not be in close contact, so I must tell you about this first and have Doctor Chen examine them. You can watch from the side."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fuhai said helplessly, "Mother, they all went to the hospital for checkups before, and there was nothing wrong with their health. I also had a checkup, and there was nothing wrong with me either."

The old lady interrupted him rudely: "I don't believe those foreign doctors! I only believe Dr. Chen, he's a miracle doctor! Look at me, I was paralyzed in a wheelchair for half a year, did those foreigners cure me? Dr. Chen helped me with acupuncture, and in just half a month I can walk like the wind again."

"Alright, alright, I'll investigate." Zhou Fuhai couldn't persuade his mother otherwise, so he had to agree. "But I have a meeting to attend, so I need to do it as soon as possible."

"What's the rush?" Old Mrs. Zhou glared at him. "Let them wait. Doctor Chen will examine you before you leave."

"Alright, I'll listen to Mother." Zhou Fuhai nodded helplessly.

The old lady happily entered the side hall.

I told Chen Qing what had happened.

It turned out that the old lady was eager to have her grandson and wanted Chen Qing to help her check her health, and asked Zhou Fuhai to come back and watch over her.

Chen Qing was both amused and exasperated; this old lady was truly feudal.

However, wealthy families have many rules, which he dared not overstep. He stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Madam, you are too kind. However, it is inconvenient for men and women to directly take each other's pulses. I do know a method of taking pulses by thread. Why don't you let the ladies take their pulses in the side room, behind the gauze curtain, and I will use a silk thread to take their pulses? This way, it will not be offensive, and I can also find out the root of the problem."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Zhou beamed with joy: "Excellent! Doctor Chen truly lives up to his reputation as a miracle doctor. I've only ever heard of the 'suspended thread pulse diagnosis' technique in storybooks; I never imagined Doctor Chen actually possessed such skill. We'll do as you say!"