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Just then, Secretary Bai entered the living room carrying snacks and happened to overhear their conversation, so he took the opportunity to chime in.

"Governor Song, could I have a copy of the treatment formula you mentioned earlier?"

Actually, Secretary Bai wanted to get her hands on Sha Ruijin.

The boss can't say that he can take it himself.

Song Yunhui glanced sideways at Secretary Bai, "Xiao Bai, you're so young and full of energy, you're in the prime of your life, why would you need any tonics or supplements?"

Secretary Bai quickly explained, "Governor Song, it's not for my own use, it's for a friend who is in poor health."

He's not young anymore, and he's been weak and fatigued for years; he needs proper care.

Secretary Bai laid out the snacks to accompany the drinks.

Song Yunhui flatly refused, "Xiaobai, I can't give it to you if you want it. My prescriptions are only given to those who are destined to receive them."

"Little Bai, you and that prescription are not meant to be."

You little brat, I can't handle you.

If someone calls her "Xiao Bai," Secretary Bai might find fault or get angry.

When Song Yunhui shouted like that, Secretary Bai had to smile obsequiously and bow and scrape.

Sha Ruijin felt that Xiaobai was definitely out of the question and he had to take matters into his own hands, so he first suspected something. "Governor Song, I almost forgot, you worked at Jinzhou Chemical Plant in your early years, and later went to Donghai Group."

I'm just wondering, when did you become so proficient in traditional Chinese medicine theory and able to prescribe medicine to treat patients?

It was truly unexpected.

You're not just spouting nonsense and trying to fool people, are you?

This is Sha Ruijin's strategy.

Does he really want the prescription?

But he still pretended to be suspicious, with only one goal: to get Song Yunhui to give him the prescription as soon as possible.

Song Yunhui frankly explained: "Chemical engineering and medicine are inherently interconnected, and the research and development of Western medicine cannot be separated from the basic principles of chemical engineering."

The reason I have some basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine is that...

The method of learning is rooted in family tradition.

My father, Song Jishan, was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the surrounding area. He dedicated his life to the study of traditional Chinese medicine and left behind many practical ancestral recipes.

Sha Ruijin nodded slightly, deeply moved, "Comrade Yunhui, what you said is very true, I believe it."

Traditional Chinese medicine doctors do indeed have real skills and can cure stubborn diseases.

Unfortunately, there are still too few excellent traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

Nowadays, there are too many swindlers on the market, using the guise of ancestral secret recipes to cheat and deceive people, tarnishing the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine.

Why did Sha Ruijin say that?

It's because he had such a personal experience.

He once went to a private traditional Chinese medicine clinic with Secretary Bai.

As a result, after spending a lot of money and taking two courses of medicine, it was completely useless.

Song Yunhui gently shook his head, "Comrade Ruijin, it is very inappropriate for you to talk about our traditional Chinese medicine in this way."

My father, Song Jishan, possessed genuine and high-quality medical skills, far surpassing those of charlatans.

They weren't even worthy to carry their father Song Jishan's shoes.

It's a pity I didn't understand my father back then.

Now, my father, Song Jishan, is gone.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved.

"Okay, I was wrong, Comrade Yunhui, I apologize." Sha Ruijin decided to change the subject and play the emotional card, "You were the top student in the county in the college entrance examination back then, you are exceptionally talented and outstanding."

What were you doing before the college entrance exam?

When asked about his youth, Song Yunhui put down his teacup and recounted long-forgotten stories: "Each generation has its own mission. Our generation's responsibility is to have enough to eat and wear, and to make great strides in development."

The era was unique and the situation was restrictive.

My sister Song Yunping and I were both originally qualified to go to university.

Unfortunately, the old monkey in charge of the commune was narrow-minded and deliberately manipulated the situation, using the pretext of political review to block the enrollment quota.

If we let this continue, neither my brother nor I from the Song family will get a single spot for political vetting.

Sha Ruijin listened quietly, his expression moved and deeply resonant. "And then? What happened?"

Song Yunhui spoke calmly and slowly, each word a testament to the hardships he had endured.

"Back then, I was young and stubborn, and I refused to accept my fate. Carrying a copy of the People's Daily, I rode a borrowed bicycle back and forth to the commune compound day after day to appeal to Director Li and protect my rights."

Initially, Director Li deliberately made things difficult, insisting that opportunities for political review and admission to higher education were not entirely determined by individual academic performance.

So, in front of him, I recited the original text from the People's Daily, which was the college entrance examination admission policy from that year.

"Oh, which sentence above?" Sha Ruijin was a little curious about his opponent, Song Yunhui.

"Leaders at all levels should support ambitious young people to apply to universities. In the political review process, they should focus on the individual's performance and select talents for the construction of the Four Modernizations. This is a major event that concerns the future of our country." Song Yunhui's words were firm and powerful.

Unfortunately, I am no longer a boy.

After listening, Sha Ruijin was genuinely moved and felt a sense of empathy.

"Comrade Yunhui, our generation has all endured hardship."

When I was sent to the countryside, I carried pig manure, planted rice, and did heavy work every day. Every step I took was a struggle, it was really tough.

But what does this have to do with your family's ancestral medicinal recipe?

Song Yunhui smiled slightly and revealed the deeper connection between them: "They are closely related."

At that time, our family was still wearing hats, and our status was restricted and we were constrained in every way.

My father, Song Jishan, was a cautious and timid man, always afraid of causing trouble.

But he had an excellent eye for people; he immediately saw that the old monkey was chronically weak and lacked kidney energy, a ailment stemming from years of overwork.

"My father is kind-hearted and doesn't hold grudges. To prevent the old monkey from causing more trouble, he prepared several large bags of traditional Chinese medicine to strengthen his body and delivered them to his door to help him recuperate."

Later, the old monkey's health improved, and he regained his energy, even having a son late in life.

Actually, the second half is nonsense.

After being defeated, the old monkey returned to Xiaolei Village.

Later, after Lei Dongbao married Song Yunping, he would discipline the old monkey every few days.

The past rises and falls, and every step is filled with human relationships and worldly wisdom.

Upon hearing this, Sha Ruijin immediately became interested, "So there's such a thing!"

Comrade Yunhui, is your Song family's ancestral recipe still in use?

Write it to me quickly!

Song Yunhui feigned doubt, "Comrade Ruijin, didn't you just say that you were perfectly healthy and had no problems at all?"

Why are you suddenly in such a hurry to ask for a prescription to help you recover?

Sha Ruijin was instantly embarrassed and tried to cover it up, "I... I asked for it for a friend! I have a friend."

One of my old friends has been in poor health for many years and has tried various treatments without success. He thought he would try your family's ancestral remedy and give it a shot.

What if it cures you!

Song Yunhui smiled faintly, neither pointing out nor exposing the truth, and smoothly continued, "Comrade Ruijin, since you are helping a friend, then let me offer you some writing materials."

My father passed down a rule that ancestral Chinese medicine prescriptions must be written with a brush to achieve that quality.

"Xiao Bai!" Sha Ruijin immediately turned around and shouted, "Quickly go to the study and fetch the Four Treasures of the Study—brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—all prepared! Hurry, hurry, I'm in a rush!"

"Yes, sir!" Secretary Bai didn't dare to delay and quickly walked into the study.

While waiting, Sha Ruijin casually asked, "When you were sent to the countryside, you were younger than me. What exactly did you do there? Did you plant rice, transplant seedlings, or till the fields and weed?"

Song Yunhui shook his head slightly. "At that time, I was assigned to a small mountain village deep in the mountains."

The women's director, seeing that I was young, specially assigned me an easy job: feeding the pigs.

He was a junior high school graduate who was sent to the countryside back then, and now he is a high-ranking official in charge of a region.