Chapter Thirty-One: Following

  "Grandpa, Dad, this is my good brother Xiao Yu!" Zhuo Si said, pointing at Xiao Yu as they entered the house and saw the two men sitting on the couch reading newspapers.

  "Uncle Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo is good, young Xiao Yu has paid his respects. I heard from Second Brother that you both like to drink tea, so I brought some tea leaves!" Upon hearing Zhuo Siyan's introduction, Xiao Yu slightly bowed and made a gesture of respect, placing the purchased tea leaves on the table.

  "Xiao Xiao! What are you bringing to your own home? Don't set a bad example!" Looking at this humble and polite young man, General Zhu Hongxing, Grandfather of Zhu Siwei, smiled slightly.

  "Xiao Xiao, come sit down, it's just like your own home here, don't be polite!" Zhuo Siyun's father put down the newspaper with a flourish and stood up, his face warm.

  Looking at the two people in front of him, he was humble and gentle, yet held a high position without any airs, no wonder his second brother didn't have any of the arrogance of a rich second generation, it's clear that the Zhu family had good family teachings and strict family rules.

  "Xiao Xiao, did you treat Zhang Dahan's arm well?" Zhuo Guangrong asked as soon as Xiao Xiao sat down on the sofa in the living room.

  Zhuo Hongxing also leaned in to listen, he really couldn't believe that the arm that his family had studied for a whole day and still couldn't fix was fixed by a young man. Zhuo Hongjun felt somewhat unconvinced in his heart.

  "Hmm, just lucky, I've seen a similar medical case before!" Xiao Yu nodded and said humbly.

  "Oh... no wonder!" Zuo Hong Xing nodded and let out a breath, thinking to himself that it was no wonder he could take over so smoothly, since he had seen similar cases before. If I, from the Zuo family, had also seen similar cases, I should be able to take over just as well... However, this young man is quite impressive too, being able to take over with such skill after only seeing one medical case. So, he casually asked: "I heard Xiao Mai say that you practice ancestral medicine, does your family have a tradition of orthopedics?"

  "No, it's just ancestral Chinese medicine, only slightly related to orthopedics!" Xiao Yu shook his head and said slowly.

  "Xiao Xiao, how did you get along with Zhang Da Hai? Can you tell us the reason?" Zhuo Guangrong suddenly asked.

  "Grandpa, Dad......" Zhuo Si Mian knew that traditional Chinese medicine, especially the ancestral transmission of traditional Chinese medicine, each family had a unique skill. These skills were often passed down through generations, and some were even only passed down to sons but not daughters. So when Zhuo Si Mian heard his father's question, he quickly called out.

  Upon hearing Zhu Siyan's shout, Zhu Guangrong suddenly realized that his question might have involved someone else's secret skills. He then solemnly said: "Xiao Xiao, sorry about this, I was being reckless!"

  "Second Brother, Zhuo Bo......" Xiao Yu had just wanted to speak when the ringing of the phone in the living room interrupted him. Zhuo Si Mian ran over to answer it: "Is General Zhuo Hong Xing at home?"

  Zhuo Si hurriedly handed the phone over to Grandpa as soon as he heard it was a call for him: "Hello, I'm Zhuo Hongxing."

  "Director Zhuo, hello, I'm Xiao Liao from Zhongban. Director Zhong has suddenly had a heart attack and is in critical condition!" the man on the phone said urgently.

  "Alright, I'll go right away!" Zhu Hongxing hung up the phone and said to Zhu Guangrong: "Old man's heart disease has relapsed again, it's critical. You and I will go take a look together."

  "Alright, Father!" Zhu Guangrong replied and prepared to follow his father.

  "Xiao Mai, Xiao Xiao, come with us! You can learn something too!" Zhuo Hong Xing, who was already at the door, also called out to Zhuo Si Mai and Xiao Ye for some unknown reason.

  On the road, Xiao Yu said to the Zhous: "Uncle Zhou, Elder Zhou, you must have heard of the Jianghu!"

  Zhuo Guangrong shook his head vaguely, while Zhuo Hongxing nodded and said: "I've heard my father mention the martial arts world, but I've also heard that after the war and ten years of turmoil, the martial arts world has declined and almost disappeared!" After finishing speaking, he stared at Xiao Ye in surprise and asked: "Are you saying that Zhang Dahai's arm is related to the martial arts world?"

  Xiao Yu nodded and said slowly, "I heard from my grandfather that although the country has gone through war and ten years of turmoil, the domestic martial arts world has not disappeared. At that time, some people in the martial arts world moved to the deep mountains and forests to live a semi-reclusive life, while others moved to the United States, Hong Kong, Macau, and Southeast Asia to preserve their skills. The injury Zhang Dahi suffered was caused by the 'Small Divide Tendon and Bone' technique, which was popular in the southwestern region of the martial arts world at that time."

  Xiao Yu paused for a moment to give everyone time to digest, then continued: "The Small Separating Tendons and Bones Hand is a simplified version of the Southern Shaolin Separating Tendons and Bones Hand, and its power is only about one-tenth or two-tenths of that of the Separating Tendons and Bones Hand. Fortunately, Big Brother was hit by the Small Separating Tendons and Bones Hand; if it were the real Separating Tendons and Bones Hand, I wouldn't be able to handle it even with my current abilities. Big Brother was injured at the border, so it must have been done by a disciple of the Southern Shaolin branch that moved abroad back then."

  "Everyone in the Zhuo family took a deep breath of cold air, this is already the simplified version, if it were the real 'dislocating bones and muscles' technique..."

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  People's Liberation Army General Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

  Xiao Yu followed the three members of the Zhuo family to the top floor of the Liberation Army General Hospital's high-ranking special care ward. As soon as they got off the elevator, there were two Liberation Army soldiers standing guard at the elevator entrance. A man in his 40s was pacing back and forth, and when he saw Zhu Hongxing walk out of the elevator, he hurried over to greet him: "Old Zhu has arrived!" After that, he nodded slightly towards Zhu Guangrong as a greeting. As for Zhu Sihai and Xiao Yu, they didn't even get a glance.

  "Xiao Liao, what's going on? Weren't you fine this afternoon?" Zhu Hongxing asked the man as he walked.

  "It's unclear. Old Zhong ate something in the evening and suddenly fell ill without any warning signs!" The man named Xiao Liao furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, then shook his head.

  Xiao Yu and Zhuo Si Mian followed behind a few people, walking all the way. With Xiao Yu's keen intuition, he found that every time they walked a short distance, there was a feeling of being stared at by someone.

  "Director Zhuo, Director Zhuo, Mr. Zhong's condition is temporarily stable, so several experts from the Health Bureau are waiting for you in the conference room." The man named Xiao Liao said to Zhu Hongxing and Zhu Guangrong as they walked to a door marked "Conference Room". As for Zhu Sihai and Xiao Ye, they were ignored, treated like young followers who had come to gain experience with their elders. In his heart, Xiao Liao had a slight resentment towards Director Zhuo - with Mr. Zhong's serious illness, did he still have the energy to teach his juniors? Of course, he didn't dare say this out loud, although as the director of Mr. Zhong's office and a regular member of the hall, he was not low-ranking, but compared to Director Zhuo, he was nothing.