At six in the evening, a private dining club.
Duan Chengru, Duan Yu Kai, Xie Feng, the beautiful secretary, along with Lu Zheng, a total of five people, gathered in a small private room.
Duan Yu Kai was the first to raise his glass and respectfully toasted Lu Zheng, downing two liang of Maotai in one go.
Lu Zheng joined in with his own toast, though his glass contained only half a liang of wine.
Then it was Duan Chengru's turn, who couldn't help but ask Lu Zheng about the technique of using the silver needle to draw blood just before the dishes were served.
The explanation that Lu Zheng gave him almost made him think Lu Zheng was a fraud, if it weren't for his own son personally experiencing the technique, he couldn't believe it at all.
"Mr. Lu, did you really learn all these medical skills by yourself?" Duan Chengru asked in disbelief, "And you also developed Qi Sensitivity? Able to guide it into the human body and draw out stagnant blood?"
