868: Chapter 868: Witch Doctor and Witchcraft 868: Chapter 868: Witch Doctor and Witchcraft As Ye Qiu’s academic advisor, Song Ying would naturally care about these matters concerning him.
However, to Ye Qiu, these were just trivial issues that had already passed, and he didn’t want to talk about them further.
“He harassed my girlfriend.”
Ye Qiu simply said this sentence.
Song Ying didn’t ask further.
They arrived at the university faculty dormitory building B, then took the elevator upstairs.
Upon reaching the fifteenth floor, they exited the elevator and approached the door.
Song Ying rang the doorbell, and after a while, a woman in her forties ca to open the door.
This woman was Song Jing’s mother, Song Ying’s sister-in-law Han Fang.
“This must be Dr.
Ye!
Please co in quickly.”
Han Fang said.
“This is my sister-in-law Han Fang, an associate professor.”
“Professor Han, hello.”
Ye Qiu greeted.
After entering, Ye Qiu quickly noticed that this was indeed a scholarly household.
Likely, everyone in this family worked at Jin University.
The interior wasn’t lavish or luxurious, but it had a strong cultural and academic ambiance, filled with calligraphy, paintings, antique porcelains, and books.
When he sat on the sofa, Ye Qiu also saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimd glasses, looking very refined.
Judging by his attire alone, it was clear he was a university professor.
“Ye Qiu, this is my brother, Song Jing’s father, Song Zhi.”
“Professor Song, hello.”
Ye Qiu greeted.
“Ye Qiu, have a seat.”
Song Zhi already knew that the other day, his sister had taken Han Jing to a seafood buffet, and Han Jing had suffered a severe allergic reaction to the seafood.
It was this young man in front of him who saved her.
Of course, Ye Qiu was also the top scorer in the college entrance exam this year.
This fact hadn’t escaped Song Zhi and Han Fang, so they were both very surprised to learn that this young man, in addition to his remarkable dical skills, was also the exam’s top scorer.
Adding to the coincidence, Song Ying happened to be Ye Qiu’s academic advisor.
After saving Song Jing, it was entirely appropriate to invite Ye Qiu to lunch as a gesture of gratitude.
After Ye Qiu sat down, Song Ying poured him a cup of tea.
anwhile, in the kitchen, the couple had hired a nanny to prepare lunch, while Han Fang helped bring the dishes out.
“I heard that Ye Qiu is a freshman at the dical school?”
“Clinical dicine major.”
Ye Qiu replied.
“Then was the dical skill you used to save my daughter considered Traditional Chinese dicine?
Why didn’t you choose to study TCM?”
The technique Ye Qiu used wasn’t Traditional Chinese dicine, but to outsiders, the understanding of dicine often boiled down to either Western dicine or TCM, with no third option.
So, Song Zhi assud that Ye Qiu had used Traditional Chinese dicine skills to cure his daughter’s seafood allergy symptoms at the ti.
“To , Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine are the sa, but my dical skills aren’t classified as either one.”
Ye Qiu explained.
“Then what kind of dical skills are they?”
Now Song Ying was intrigued.
“Witch Doctor techniques!”
Calling it TCM or Western dicine couldn’t quite capture the enigmatic quality of Ye Qiu’s skills.
Labeling it Witch Doctor techniques felt closer to the truth.
After Ye Qiu uttered these words, Song Zhi and Song Ying, being siblings, were completely astonished.
As professors at a university, they were well-read and had so understanding of Witch Doctors and witchcraft, but whether such practices genuinely existed was another question.
Song Zhi wanted to ask more, but at this mont, the nanny announced that lunch was ready.
Han Fang said, “Lunch is ready; let’s eat first.”
Han Fang reckoned Ye Qiu must be quite hungry after the morning’s military training for freshn, so eating should co first.
Actually, sothing was still puzzling Song Zhi.
He had long known about his daughter’s seafood allergy, which was why their family rarely ate seafood.
It was primarily because of Song Jing—to avoid her having allergic reactions.
Yet, surprisingly, after that incident, Song Jing seed to no longer experience seafood allergy symptoms.
Lunch included plentiful river shrimp and squid.
Normally, Song Jing wouldn’t dare eat these.
The previous incident where she snuck off to a seafood buffet with her aunt resulted in her secretly consuming quite a bit, which ended disastrously.
“Xiao Jing, aren’t you afraid of another allergic reaction?”
Song Jing sat down and imdiately grabbed a piece of squid to eat.
“Professor Han, I treated her once, so she isn’t likely to have allergic reactions anymore.
She can eat without worry.”
“Really?”
Han Fang found this hard to believe, thinking that her daughter’s recent lack of symptoms might just be a coincidence.
She hadn’t imagined it was possible for Ye Qiu’s treatnt to have actually made a difference.
“Can it be fully cured?”
Han Zhi asked.
“It’s not impossible, but it would require several treatnts to achieve full recovery.”
“That would be best.”
Han Zhi eagerly replied.
Since childhood, Song Jing couldn’t eat seafood, which had affected their entire family.
They would only indulge in seafood dishes when Han Jing wasn’t around.
But now, if Song Jing’s allergy could be cured, seafood could beco a regular part of their als.
After all, being university professors ant they had high salaries, good benefits, and additional inco from their entrepreneurial ventures—they could afford seafood without a second thought.
As lunch went on, Song Ying was becoming more astonished.
The top scorer from her class was clearly far from an ordinary student.
With dical skills as advanced as Ye Qiu’s, why was he still continuing with his studies?
Lunch was leisurely and refined.
Ye Qiu ate for about forty minutes until he felt full.
Unlike typical people, Song Ying’s family was elegant in their table manners, taking care to avoid making any sound while dining.
Though the al wasn’t governed by strict rules, it retained an air of cultivated sophistication—not quite on the level of Count Charley’s household but still imbued with polite dining etiquette.
After Ye Qiu finished eating, Song Ying and Han Fang continued to eat slowly, while Han Zhi was nearly done as well.
“Everyone, I’ve had enough.
Please enjoy your al at your own pace.”
Ye Qiu said.
He returned to sit on the sofa, and after finishing lunch, Han Zhi joined him there, still eager to ask about how Ye Qiu had managed to cure his daughter’s seafood allergy.
On the surface, seafood allergies might seem trivial, but they could turn deadly in severe cases.
For instance, Song Jing’s symptoms during her last reaction had terrified Song Ying and the staff at the seafood buffet.
Yet oddly enough, Song Zhi and Han Fang themselves didn’t have such conditions—it was baffling to them why their daughter did.
“Ye Qiu, how are you treating Xiao Jing?
Does it require dicine or anything like that?”
“No dicine is needed, and no injections either!”
Ye Qiu replied.
From Han Zhi’s perspective, this sounded downright uncanny.
Isn’t this essentially Witch Doctor techniques—or witchcraft—curing illnesses without dicine or injections, yet achieving miraculous results?
If Song Ying hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, and if his daughter hadn’t told him everything, Han Zhi wouldn’t have dared to believe it.
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