Chapter 582
His Qi and Blood Flowed Like a Dragon, Yet He Only Wanted to Be a Doctor
Chapter 582 His Qi and Blood Flowed Like a Dragon, Yet He Only Wanted to Be a Doctor
Upon hearing this, the tea room fell silent instantly.
The sound of electric bikes honking as they passed by on the old street came from outside the window, making the silence inside the house even more palpable.
Wei Zheng subconsciously held his breath, his gaze shifting back and forth between the teacher and Fang Cheng, fearing that something might go wrong at this crucial moment.
Shi Chengyi frowned slightly, but relaxed his expression within seconds.
He leaned back slightly, adopting a listening posture, and said in a deep voice:
"Just say what you want, as long as it doesn't violate organizational principles, I can agree to anything."
"My first condition is..."
Fang Cheng picked up his teacup, took a small sip to moisten his throat, and then slowly said:
"After joining the Special Investigations Team, my identity in the file can be recorded as 'traditional martial artist,' but I don't want to get involved in the power struggles at the top, nor am I interested in participating in any battles between martial arts factions and those that use technological modifications."
He paused, his tone unusually flat:
"I just want to stay quietly in the medical team and be a doctor who heals and saves lives."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng's lips twitched involuntarily, and his expression became somewhat strange.
A young man who could cultivate the true meaning of martial arts, whose blood and qi were as powerful as a dragon, and whose talent was comparable to that of Chief Li back then, actually said that he just wanted to be a doctor quietly.
This is too "Versailles"! It's like holding a nuclear weapon but insisting you just want to use it to roast sweet potatoes.
Shi Chengyi felt a sense of relief, a hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes, and agreed without hesitation:
"No problem, that's exactly what I'd like to see."
"The current special investigation teams are in a chaotic state and really need pure professionals, not politicians who only know how to fight amongst themselves."
"If you really get involved, you'll only be distracted and waste your martial arts talent."
"I approve this condition."
"Second point."
Fang Cheng put down his teacup and continued:
“I have other personal matters to handle, and I’m used to a free and easy lifestyle, so I might not be able to adapt to the 9-to-5 office system within the system.”
"Therefore, I hope that my working hours can be more flexible, and I don't need to clock in and out every day."
"Of course, if there is an emergency mission, or if I encounter a seriously injured person who needs medical treatment, I will be available at any time to do my duty."
Shi Chengyi smiled, a smile of magnanimity and generosity.
In government departments, especially those with special staffing quotas, there are plenty of sons and daughters who are nominally employed but actually receive salaries.
Fang Cheng's small request was nothing to him.
Moreover, it would be a waste of talent to make a master like him sit in the office every day like an ordinary clerk, thus dulling his sharpness.
"Since he is a talented person, we should make special arrangements for him."
Shi Chengyi waved his hand generously, even taking the initiative to increase the stake:
"Once you officially join the company, I will assign you the title of 'Special Expert in Traditional Medical Skills'."
"No need to be in the office regularly, just come in periodically to check in and attend a regular meeting. Salary will still be paid, and allowances will be doubled."
"As for the specific job duties..."
Shi Chengyi pondered for a moment, then said carefully:
"Given your expertise in bone setting and massage, you could first take a temporary position at a sanatorium."
“The team members living there are all injured on duty. They need someone like you to handle difficult cases and treat sprains and bruises.”
"Besides, the environment there is very quiet, and no one will bother you, how about it?"
This arrangement is incredibly thoughtful.
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, indicating his satisfaction.
Then, he leaned forward, looked directly at Shi Chengyi, and lowered his voice:
"There is one last condition."
"In the future, if I have the opportunity to find clues about the Guangwu Gate shooting incident, or if I need to conduct an in-depth investigation in this direction, I hope that Commander Shi can provide me with the necessary assistance."
Upon hearing the words "Guangwu Gate," the atmosphere in the tea room instantly became more somber.
Wei Zheng's eyes darkened, and his brows furrowed suddenly.
Shi Chengyi's smile vanished, replaced by an extremely solemn expression.
A complex emotion flashed in those old, cloudy yet still sharp eyes.
There are memories, there is pain, and there is an unquenched flame.
He remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the potential political risks involved.
Finally, he nodded solemnly.
I promise you.
The old man's voice became strong and resonant, and the air of someone who had long held a superior position subtly emerged from him:
"That case has been a knot in my heart for seventeen years. I was forced to stop the investigation back then, and I have always regretted it."
"As long as you can find solid evidence, even if it means ruining my reputation in my old age, I will definitely stay with you to the very end!"
"I can even help you apply for a 'special investigation order' that will allow you to mobilize some of the team's resources to investigate the truth, provided that you do not violate any principles."
Looking into the old man's determined eyes, Fang Cheng's last bit of worry disappeared.
He stood up and extended his hand to Shi Chengyi:
"Thank you very much, Uncle Shi, for making this possible."
Shi Chengyi also stood up and gripped Fang Cheng's hand tightly:
"I am the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for trusting us."
The two parties reached an agreement, and the atmosphere in the tea room instantly relaxed.
Even the sunlight outside the window seemed brighter, and the noise from the street sounded pleasant.
"Xiao Wei, go back and immediately start processing A-Cheng's registration procedures. Go through all the procedures quickly to ensure he can make it to the second round of interviews on the 5th of next month."
Shi Chengyi turned his head and gave a series of orders:
"Also, prepare all the materials for this exam, especially the compilation of questions for the written exam, for Acheng as soon as possible. Although the written exam score doesn't account for a large proportion of the total score, we still need to cram and preview it properly."
"Yes! Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely handle it perfectly!"
Wei Zheng readily accepted the order, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Fang Cheng.
It seems that he is already imagining working with this junior brother in the future.
Just then, Li Zhenhua's cheerful voice came from outside the door:
"The tea is here! This is a treasured item of mine. I haven't been able to give it to Acheng and Dingjian even when they wanted some."
"Squeak-"
The door was pushed open, and the old man walked in carrying a purple clay tea tray.
His gaze swept across the faces of the group, and seeing Shi Chengyi's relaxed expression and Fang Cheng's calm smile, he keenly sensed the change in atmosphere.
That's the ease and harmony that comes after things are done.
"How's it going? Is the game over?"
Li Zhenhua put down the tea tray and asked with a smile.
"Downloading is complete."
Shi Chengyi sat down again, took the teacup, and wore a satisfied smile.
"Not only did he finish the game, but he played a brilliant one. Old Li, your grandson has solved a very difficult endgame for me!"
"Haha, that's good, that's good!"
Although Li Zhenhua didn't know the specific details, he was overjoyed to hear this.
The four of them then drank tea and chatted.
Under Fang Cheng's deliberate "guidance," Li Zhenhua sat back down at the chessboard and played another game with Shi Chengyi.
This time, the old man seemed to have divine assistance, and finally won by a narrow margin of half a point against Shi Chengyi. He was so happy that he couldn't help but boast about it like a child.
Although Shi Chengyi lost the game, his face was still beaming with smiles. The game ended, and he thoroughly enjoyed his tea.
Shi Chengyi did not linger and immediately took Wei Zheng to say goodbye.
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The black executive sedan started slowly, its tires rolling over the cobblestones as it smoothly drove away from the old street.
At the entrance of the Li family courtyard.
Li Zhenhua, Li Biyun, Li Dingjian, and Fang Cheng stood on the steps, watching the car drive away, each with a different expression.
“Ah Cheng.”
Only when the car was completely out of sight did Li Zhenhua turn his gaze away and finally couldn't help but speak.
He turned to look at his grandson, his tone tinged with urgency:
"What did Commander Shi say to you inside just now?"
Li Dingjian and Li Biyun also immediately came over.
Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Fang Cheng, unblinking, as if waiting for an answer that would determine the fate of their families.
Fang Cheng glanced at their tense yet expectant expressions and felt a warm current surge in his heart.
Then, he smiled and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's nothing. It's just that Commander Shi thinks my medical skills are good, so he specially invited me to participate in the special search team's spring recruitment re-examination and apply for a medical position."
"The second round of interviews?"
Li Zhenhua's eyes widened like saucers, and his breathing quickened.
"So...you've agreed?"
Fang Cheng nodded in confirmation:
"Yes, I agree."
"Good! Good! Good!"
Li Zhenhua was so excited that he said "good" three times in a row, and slapped Fang Cheng on the shoulder with surprising force:
"I knew it! I knew my grandson, Li Zhenhua's grandson, was no ordinary person!"
The old man, his face glowing red, looked as if he had become ten years younger, and shouted in a loud voice:
"We need to add more dishes tonight! We absolutely have to! Dingjian, go and call Old Xu and Old Wu from next door over, and bring out that bottle of fine wine I've been saving for ten years. We need to have a proper celebration!"
"Dad, don't be so happy yet."
Although Li Biyun's eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy, she still habitually poured cold water on the mood with her words:
"It's just the second round of testing; I haven't even taken the actual exam yet. I'm not guaranteed a spot. I heard from Commander Wei that the Special Search Team's exam is incredibly difficult, one in ten thousand..."
"What do you know!"
Li Zhenhua raised an eyebrow and immediately retorted:
"Minister Shi personally came to invite me, how could I possibly refuse? In traditional operas, this is called 'three visits to the thatched cottage'."
"My grandson's abilities are like the reincarnation of the God of Literature and the God of War. What is a mere exam compared to that!"
Li Dingjian also chimed in with a smile:
"Yes, sister, Cheng is sure to pass the exam this time. Now our family will have someone who works for the government."
Looking at Fang Cheng's heroic and extraordinary appearance, his eyes were full of satisfaction:
"The Special Investigation Team is a powerful department. Who knows, Ah Cheng might even become a high-ranking leader in the future. That would be a great thing to bring honor to our ancestors!"
Looking at the genuine smiles on his family's faces and listening to the joyful laughter that had returned to the courtyard, Fang Cheng stood in the sunlight and squinted slightly.
That was his family's purest expectation, and it was also what he wanted to protect.
So that this smile can continue, so that these peaceful and happy days will not be disrupted.
Even if it means going further and further down that thorny and bloody road, even if it means wearing a hideous mask and walking with evil spirits.
He was willing to do anything about it.
"Oh, right..."
Just as she was about to go inside to prepare for tonight's banquet, Li Biyun seemed to suddenly remember something, paused in her steps, and asked hesitantly:
"Didn't Chengcheng apply for graduate school at Dongdu Law School last time?"
"The results haven't been released yet. Will this conflict with my application to the Special Search and Rescue Team? If I get accepted by both, how should I choose?"
Upon hearing this, the previously heated discussion paused slightly.
Li Zhenhua and Li Dingjian were also stunned for a moment, and then they both looked at Fang Cheng.
Yes, the whole family had been worried about this before.
Fang Cheng remained expressionless and replied calmly:
"I didn't pass the law school interview last time, I was a few points short. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry."
"Huh? You didn't pass?"
Upon hearing this, the three looked at each other in bewilderment.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel regret or relief.
"If it didn't pass, it didn't pass!"
Li Dingjian was the first to react, waving his hand dismissively and saying:
"This is a good thing. What kind of lousy law graduate student is he? He still has to work for a boss and be subservient to him after graduation."
"Can it compare to a powerful national law enforcement agency like the Special Investigations Unit? This is a case of 'a blessing in disguise'!"
"Yes, yes."
Li Zhenhua nodded in agreement.
But then, the smile on his old face suddenly froze, his brows furrowed, and he muttered anxiously:
"But... if I didn't even pass a school interview, will I also fail the Special Investigation Team interview this time...?"
The old man was worried and confused. He had just been boasting that his grandson was a genius who was both a literary and martial arts star, but now that he heard that his grandson had failed the exam, he immediately started to worry again.
"dad!"
Li Dingjian was somewhat at a loss for words:
"Don't worry about it. The commander of the special search team values talent and even paid a personal visit. How could they possibly reject someone during the interview? It's just a formality!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Fang Cheng and winked:
"Don't worry, Acheng. With Minister Shi protecting you this time, there will be absolutely no problem."
"Yes, yes, I'm getting senile."
Li Zhenhua slapped his forehead, straightened his back, and his voice became loud and clear again:
“Our Cheng is a genius. A small place like a school can’t contain such a true talent. The Special Search Team is where he should be!”
"Come on, come on, I was so busy entertaining the guests that I didn't have time to eat. I need to have some more snacks and a few drinks."
As they spoke, the family crowded together and entered the house.
Seeing his grandfather's ever-changing expressions, Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head.
Instead of telling his family the truth, he told a white lie.
Speaking of which, Professor Dong Yunchuan hasn't contacted me for quite some time.
It's likely that they encountered resistance in handling their background check, or even faced repeated setbacks, and therefore felt embarrassed to reply.
My father's case back then was very extensive, and it was an ironclad case jointly investigated by the special investigation team and the police. It was indeed very difficult for ordinary people to overturn it.
Only a high-ranking insider like Shih Cheng-yi could endorse and push through political vetting.
(End of this chapter)